p. This is just a record-keeping post.
You say: "I just posted a quickie at DAR- about my being embarrassed for people when they weren't and I wondered if you were feeling bad for someone who doesn't feel at all bad about herself. She even sounds proud!"
I do not, in the very very slightest, feel sorry or embarrassed about dear Ann, the churning toad lady. She is quite a complete entity in her world, a world I have really never existed in.
I have, at 70 this is an absurd statement, never really 'known' any old people. They really frighten me. They who live for the sake of living itself. (I have had a long exchange with Edwarda, whom I deeply respect, especially in her equanimity, about essence versus frame. And I know that the essence side wins. I, however, incline towards the frame side.)
I know this embarrassment you speak of. It can even be experienced in watching someone make an ass of himself on TV. Walking with Ann is nothing like that. It is just that I really should walk - and walking with her made me almost teeter at the diminished pace. No, not almost. At one time, trying to keep balance as we wormed along, my left knee screamed STOP IT! - and almost collapsed on itself.
She is a pleasant human being. Even phoned me to inform her of the results of the tympanoplasty I am, thank god, scheduled for next Wednesday.
penni, you live in the upper spheres. I do not. That make me most grateful for your flimflanging with me.
geo
PS: I wish I were or was ever capable of experiencing to glory of you moment at the opera. That must have been blissful. g. |
