WHO WANTS TO BE MY PHONE A FRIEND?

I was watching "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire" yesterday & found out that they have try_outs over in my very own New York starting in two days. That's something I've always really wanted to be able to take a crack at. Hey would I ever be a hoot & a half on TV or what!? I liked Regis Philbin but Meredith Vieira seems really neat too, of course. The Methodist church next door is having one of their artsy fartsy craftsy fairs from 9:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. today so the traffic in the parking lots is an absolute & total nightmare around here. All fifteenish spaces are spoken for so I got stuck having to park on Rte 11 by the funeral home. It's tres Twilight Zone.y. KrissyKrissyKrissy is finally & at last back from her long jaunt in New York. Pert near everybody's been very sick lately & it appeared to have been her turn for a while. Today's a grand total of an entire year to the very day since I first got here officially. I cut the grass today for the first time since who in Sam Hill even knows when.

CAR STUFF

This morning I was forced to fill out something for my car registration. They wanted the vid., odometer reading, usual crapola. The Wyoming Free library has been having troubles for quite a while by now & today the internet's down until further notice. I'm in Pittston's library right now. It's the one on Broad Street by all the churches. So far it's a pretty nice place. I've hardly ever been here before. West Pittston's nice too but I can't stand having to park over there. My mother grew up there. I still can't believe that tomorrow I shall have been living here for a grand total of exactly one entire year. Change stinks but so far I've been managing to bluff my way through it reasonably well. Last year at this time_well a year ago last week anyway_ I was saying all my good_byes in N.Y. KrissyKrissyKrissy will most probably be back by tomorrow. Today's cooler than I like. I'm wearing short sleeves & have been feeling the sting of the cold. Within the past week, I found out that Phil Spector, once married to the most famous Ronette & once involved with the Beatles, is now wanted for murder. Way to go there, Philly Boy! Hey please don't even thing of forgetting the Friday dance.

NICER DAY TODAY

Yesterday ended up pouring out. On top of that it was an icy cold rain too. Today's much nicer so far though. In two more days, I shall have been here for a grand total of one entire year. Good gravy Marie, what could possibly have happened to me? I see our friend KrissyKrissyKrissy is still entirely out of commission. A few other kinfolk are also on the sick list. Today at St. Joseph's one of the church ladies called me by Uncle Frankie's last name. What people over there don't seem to realize is that we're kinfolk but we have entirely different last names. Unfortunately, his is the much shorter. Last night I stayed up late to watch a show about St. Faustina. Fr. Seraphim Michalenko was on it. I've met him in person at least once. Today the really young guy, one of my wheresgeorge connections, at the local stationery, asked if I wanted an extra stamp he has. I can use it to stamp my bills, as most other people do anyway. It will be a lot less time consuming & aggravating than having to write on them constantly. Yesterday was Anzac Day in Australia, New Zealand & Oceania in general. It commemorates a major milestone of World War I.

SO FAR SO GOOD

We haven't seen hide nor hair of KrissyKrissyKrissy so far. Cathleen in California was off yesterday but she's back today. Our top banana librarian is off today too. I see Dave Lupas is running for judge around here. I don't know who's for him but I've found one blogger so far who most certainly doesn't seem to like him. I'm entirely a.political which isn't all that good, so I don't know much about the guy anyway unfortunately. Having spent pert near all my natural born days someplace else anyway, I'm not terribly well informed about our local yokels in politics. Mayors in Lindenhurst, interestingly, seem to turn out to be parishioners at O.L.P.H. as a general rule. I think they pick somebody's name out of the collection basket once every four years instead of bothering with a real election. A while ago, the librarians here on duty got into a bit of a snit about how to spell the word "psychology" & I, always having been a most totally numero uno good speller, rushed to their rescue.

NICE QUIET DAY SO FAR

KrissyKrissyKrissy is still ill, I suppose. Many others I know seem to be violently sick these days too. The weather is still consistently enchanting around here, but there seems to be quite an awfully scary bug going around. Lately, I've been the one, oddly, not to get sick. Aunt Lauren came over for a few minutes yesterday. Benjamin has been very sick lately. One of these days, I have simply got to get back into the habit of walking as much as I did last year. Up until yesterday, I always used to wonder if anybody had ever messed up one of the very easy questions on "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire?" & lost really early. That happened to a woman from Ohio. She completely seemed to have forgotten that Sir Mix.A.Lot was not a real knight. Unfortunately she didn't even get a little money to show for her time on the show. May very fast approaches. My very favorite part of the year is finally & at last here. Everything's better in the spring & summer. There will be at least one wedding & at least one birth among my relatives pretty soon so we can count on big news to accompany the nice weather.

LINDENHURST FLOODED?

I heard over the weekend that my old stomping grounds may have been subjected to a very bad spell of weather. From what I heard, they may have gotten a flood in Lindenhurst. Out here it's very nice so far, excpept that today's a smidge cooler than it's been lately. Nothing much of any significance has been happening to me, fortunately. KrissyKrissyKrissy has an earache. I've been reading a famous biography of St. Faustina Kowalska. I've finally got the short cut to 315 pegged perfectly. The only catch is that it's a very long & winding road. Once I get to the Oblates' Seminary, where it ends up, the only traffic control that gets onto it is a stop sign. Making left turns has always been a major nightmare of mine. Oddly, I've now been here for pert near an entire year. Never having thought I'd ever live outside N.Y. I'm getting quite a hoot out of it all. They've got an accent that could choke a horse around here.