ch.7, v.25-36 (the sickness)

An embarrassment of johnnies.

Yea, tho' it is the way of the pestilence to proliferate in numbers innumerable,
Tho' the fervent myrmidons of its genealogy escape the naked sight of the eye of the human,
Yea, tho' they thus seek to abound in the tissues and vessels of my companion's body,
A succor no less mighty and determined enlists to the aid of our pack.

Let these my verses praise the clan combined of beth israel and deaconness,
The tools and arts of healing great in both gentleness and fight.

Let me praise also the gifts of the hand and words of the mouth of these,
The members of our extended pack, some who journey from across many blocks of city, or many states of the land,
To offer comfort and sustenance in these days leaden with fatigue.

Unto their exaltation, we make with the cycle of each moon a celebration,
With feasting upon the bounty of the land and the fizziness of the vine,
And with the napping upon pretty feet.

June: brunch on Forest Hills Street






July: O bday at the MFA




Marcia's dessert made it into this picture, but not Marcia.

At home later with Julia and Roberta



Wanna see Roberta on her visit? Watch the feature film.


August: party boat at JP Seafood








Exegesis and Commentary
Hmmm, I feel the need to apologize at least a little for this blog. I suspect I was motivated in its composition less by a genuine desire to convey a Frida-eye-view of the world and more by my own desire to offer thanks to the many friends who have given their support of all sorts of the last five months. But, if you'll bear with this rare lapse in my apostolic charge, there is at least the nice video of Frida to enjoy.