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Such a gorgeous, if not balmy, night, out. Swam thru it on the way home from the usual end-o'the-weekend-off tasks - Laundry! Groceries! - and now, back to the lounging. I'm pretty much completely nocturnal after a decade and a half of night shift, lol, and it suits me.

I hate my phone; it never, ever stops.

Imagining all sorts of sordid things regarding Gary Numan.

Had a lovely couple hours out, last night, with Pete. Despite the usual cranky-old-ppl moments, we got on, and for a little while, it was twenty years ago -- Rolling, 'parade speed' through the winding Amish roads. Under the stars, and under the spell of these cds Frankie made for Pete before his death -- I can FEEL him, there, and it's quite obvious that he knew I'd always be, 'driving around somewhere with Pete' - you can tell that they were made with me, in mind. I will never, ever stop missing him, despite him STILL being all around me ♥





ETA: Pete just called. Just now. Somehow, the conversation veered right into Frankie's music into The-Day-That-Frankie-Collapsed into The-Day-He-Died...and srsly, I had to flat-out say, "I've not properly dealt with it, you know, and I don't particularly *want* to deal with it, actually, so.."

TAKE A HINT.

Annnnd, of course, he had to tell me about this dream he had. He claimed to have told me about it, but I don't remember it and am not entirely sure if that's, 'on purpose' or not -- something about seeing Frankie in this shadowy waiting room chair, looking very confused, putting his head down - and when Pete tried to talk to him, he wouldn't answer, blah blah..

I want to help Pete to deal with this, as it's obvious that it's always going to be A Thing. The stuffs we went through, the three of us, it will always be A Thing, and well, Pete's never going to let go of it, I don't think. I love all of us, and it's not Pete's job to, 'replace Frankie' or any of that - Everything, everything, is timing. The-Night-That-Frankie-Collapsed happened a mere couple of hours after Pete had spoken to Frankie, to tell him that his love, Harvey, had died of a heart attack...so fucking incredibly tragic. Arrrrgh, I don't mean to be telling everyone's business, but - damn.

ANOTHER thing I just learned, as well -- back in the day, Pete's car had an, 'Angel-A-Day' policy, and a picture of one of Charlie's Angels was put up just above the light over the rearview. A longstanding tradition, sure, but Pete told me the origins of it, tonight.

Apparently, it started back when I first caught-pregnant and was effectively *POOF/GONE/LOST/TORN AWAY* from the intense family-like circle of friends that had been my life, up until that point. So - whenever Frankie and Pete were together, sans me, they would put up a picture of *me* above the rearview, so that I could be with them. All these years, and he never told me this? Yes, I got verklempt. ♥
correctiveshoes621: (Katya2)
I'll be so glad to get this month *over*...

It went from my hot water heater basically blowing up (it looked like the command module of Apollo 13)...Sending water gushing down onto a grounded electric wire (leaving me with no water..no heat, no electric)...to my car dying REPEATEDLY (three tows in five days) and them not being able to figure out what it was, REPEATEDLY..to..and and and..a million seemingly little things - IE: losing my wallet..and work continuing to suck beyond all reason.

But most of that is resolved, now.

The RuPaul's Drag Race queens continue to run rampant. Thank Gawd the new season is starting soon, as I'm jonesin' BAD. My pick for Season 9? Charlie Hides, of course.

And THE RETURN OF BATES MOTEL, HOLY WTF DANG - so good that when I finished watching it, I had immediately go back and watch it AGAIN. No spoilers, but I will say that it required an emergency phone call to Wisconsin. And yes, I hate that Rihanna is playing, 'Marian Crane' - how cheesy and grasping and unnecessary, of them -- BLASPHEMY! -- but time will tell. Freddie Highmore has got the character down pat..down to the most subtle of gestures. Good job.




On a solemn note - and I'm not really sure how many of you are still out there that would remember her, but I was asked to pass this on -- I learned of the untimely death, this past Monday, of [livejournal.com profile] lunarising from cancer. My son and I will always remember her laughter..and that trip to DC that ended up changing my entire life.

Rest in Peace, Liebe - may the road go ever on.

correctiveshoes621: (*ache)
Awwww, my dear, dear friend.

Miss Sue P, with the beautiful freckly face (I can see you solemnly and precisely pointing out each scar and how it happened) and lively hazel eyes and that smile - that smile! - that just lit the whole room - Where do I even @#$%^ begin?

SO much love.

So forward-thinking; just a beautiful, wise and enlightened soul - I'm so fortunate to have met you. So tough, you'd been through SO much, and yet, you were so fragile. Such a tender heart. And yet...h i l a r i o u s; I remember when you told that new orient that you'd just gotten out of prison and she believed you! L O L + infinity. You were never just a resident. You were my friend. Damn, Girl.

From the deep, deep south and 92 years old..you literally screamed and clutched your pearls when you found out my mother was possibly voting for..That Thing...And Pox 'News' gave you nightmares..I will miss you so very much; I'm just @#$%^ absolutely gutted - and yet, happy for you. I will miss our talks - about God or the lack thereof; of becoming stars - I remember your eyes, round with the wonder of a child, as I made, 'tinklyfingers' when we talked about molecules rising...sparkling. I was privileged to be witness to this, your epiphany, and it came at such a perfect time - always like that with you. In synch, and both of us with a touch of 'the gift', lol..I remember your nightmare about a plane crashing..two? three? days before my trip...dun dun dun..and your stories about growing up and picking berries; I can hear the cicadas buzzing.

When you spoke, I always heard a little of my grandmother in your sweet twangy accent, and you knew that ♥

I know you and Miss Reenie are dancin' it up with those men in the trees..
correctiveshoes621: (Down Among 'Em)
Geno Cernan. Just got a text from my son, waking me up - had to come online to confirm, and sadly, no mistake - another hero, just..gone.

Absolutely gutted. Captain Cernan was/is one of my very favorites. Brave, insanely intelligent, and known for his candor and delightfully foul mouth, he was one of a kind. Second American to walk in space - Apollo 10, and it was a terrifying attempt; he lost thirteen pounds in the short time he was out there -- and last human to set foot on the lunar surface.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugene_Cernan

SO glad this was made - it's wonderful: http://www.space.com/32079-five-surprises-last-man-on-moon.html

THAT SMILE - take a minute, it's worth it.



Godspeed, Captain Cernan, you will be sorely missed.
correctiveshoes621: (loving!)
LOL - while I was away, it seems my paid account has expired. So - severe lack of pertinent icons, omg.

England was even more wonderful than I imagined. I know, now, as I've always known, that my heart is there, and now - it is The Quest. To return. To live there. It sounds corny, but my GOD, it called to me - as I knew it would, as it always has. Like the lovely South African, Deone, said on the train, "It's like deja vu - like remembering a place you've never been." And it was. Is. Found that I can rent a half-a-double ('terraced', as they call it) brick house with a front and back garden, fully furnished, for lesssss than what I pay for this horrific shack. Something to think about..

I love Marks and Spencer's, lol.

Three Cureshows IN FIVE DAYS. LOL. Guess there's some life left in this old girl, yet. We became quite adept at navigating the various taxis/train/Tube while we were there - - stayed at the Radisson Inn in Manchester - yessss, the notorious Manchester two-hour show.....Then, the first night at Wembley that paid for all (stayed at the Crescent Inn in Harrow-On-The-Hill)....and then, that last glorious show at Wembley on the third. My GOD. Stayed at the Euro Wembley in, of course, Wembley. We had Club Seating for every show. Unreal. It was filmed, and hopefully will be released SOON. We felt like celebrities - Anita, parading around in The Curejacket ™, and me, 'The American' - just incredible, all of it. People were posting that they'd seen The Jacket - at the shows, in the loo, on the train...LOL I LOVE IT.

And that dear nameless young man from Eastern Europe that just grabbed me and kissed me that third night at Wembley - no language at all was required - - Thank you. It wasn't weird or pervy, it was just utter complete CureJoy, as we'd been high-fiving as we both filmed. For me it was a kiss Goodbye - to the magic that was the Cure, to the miracle that was the entire trip. And entirely appropriate. But not a total, 'Goodbye'...more like, 'See you, again'..

Still speechless over it all. Somehow, I'd forgotten that there still is magic in the world.

I've woken up, again.
correctiveshoes621: (lonely)
A little late to post, but - my annual watching of this gem, in honor of the 47th anniversary of the Lunar Landing....AKA MY SUPERBOWL ♥

correctiveshoes621: (Default)
The Perfect Storm.

Night before Frankie's birthday.

Pete on phone, in full insanity-regalia, screaming at me about how, "Frankie never got me backstage passes for the Cure because they never played, 'Let's Go to Bed' (?) and that was Frankie's favorite song of theirs'-and-wtf-blah-blah-blah-what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about-and-why-does-this-make-you-so-damned-angry-at-me, until he made me cry. All he wants to do is fight and pick at me, anymore, and today was *not* the day I wanted to deal with that.

Into - whammo! My daughter showing up with a belated and lovely gift for Mother's Day, while I blubber like a crazy person in my robe in the kitchen.

Rush into the shower and off to do laundry while some Stephen King Look-A-Like made small talk to me about the weather.

Arrive home to catch the last dregs of the Dallas show - and what song do they do in the second encore?

Let's Go To Bed, of course. I know. *makes twirly motions with finger at temple*
correctiveshoes621: (Roberty)
Wow. For once, I'm happy for social media.

The Cure. Last night. New Orleans.

I've decided, since Robert Smith is *obviously* a magical being, that the two new songs - well, one was for me, and one was for Frankie.

*obviously*


It's sort of like, "Well, I've got some wounds, here, of my own - and, even though these songs are not really ABOUT you, they're like a couple of band-aids you can APPLY to your wounds, and I hope they help."

As with oh, so many of their songs.



Step Into The Light:



It Can Never Be The Same:

correctiveshoes621: (Tongue)
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Happy Birthday, Robert Smith ♥



Just, '♥' And this. *Never* gets old. Trippin' on this deliciousness.



LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE.

correctiveshoes621: (hat rack)
Another hero sleeps. Godspeed, Edgar Mitchell.

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Now, there are only seven human beings left that have walked on the moon.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Mitchell

http://noetic.org/
correctiveshoes621: (I'm sorry Dave)
Annual Round-Up:

January - Here's wishing the very best of it - to even the worst of us ;)

February - Fine. Okay. I am owning it. All of it.

March - *SPEECHLESS: www.inquisitr.com/1885437/leonard-nimoy-funeral-westboro-baptist-church-cancels-protest-plans-cant-find-where-funeral-will-be-held/

April - So. Looking forward to this - https://www.facebook.com/JuneBugClassicVW - which is sponsored by these guys - http://www.ulrichsusedcars.com/ - - our personal mechanics; won't go anywhere else!

May - Stuffs to remember: a) poems for people who don't exist, recalling events that never happened

June - (Happy Birthday, Simon) And many, many more ;)

July - Did anyone else get an email re: "You haven't posted to lj in awhile, please take our survey" email?

August - So. I know I'm missing stuff on here - my computer stays on for brief periods, then, whammo!

September - QUITTING SMOKING *SUCKS*.

October - So so SO bummed about the Cure's impending tour.

November - There are not enough tears in the world to fill this blackest of holes.

December - Nerd-Dom at full saturation: I just downloaded and converted not one, but TWO versions of The Flash's theme.
correctiveshoes621: (*ache)
Hey, all. I'm sorry I've been so non-existent, on here, but if it matters, I've been pretty non-existent in real life, as well. The loss of Frankie has slammed so many doors shut in me - yet, has also opened so many worm-cans, I could start a fucking psychiatric bait shop. And, one of the worst things is, my filter seems to be irrevocably broken. I'm feeling things HUGE and telling people *exactly* what I think, and that is - let's face it, folks - never, EVER good.

If it helps, also, I've bailed from Twitter and my 'real' Facebook, as well. I thought I was okay with it, but all the, 'Yay! We're all going to see the Cure!'-posts are just fucking too much for me.

Too many things are suddenly just OVER. Time to move on, move on, move on.
correctiveshoes621: (Default)
I literally cannot believe what tomorrow brings, and I sure don't know how I'm going to get through it. It still doesn't seem real.

I know he wanted a celebration, but - yeah, not going to be that person, and I've already promised that I wouldn't make a scene. I have no choice but to wear black. It's literally all I've got.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

There's already talk of renaming St. James in Philly to, 'Frankie Morelli Way', and we are going to make that happen.
correctiveshoes621: (Carl)
La la la la - off 'til Monday. Took a nice walk on the walking trail near my house - - and no Bigfoot, and yes, I kept my eyes peeled :D

Frankie, my Frankie. I'm not really the praying sort, but you never know. I'm UTTERLY not the Facebook sort, but yet, I'm back on there, again. ONLY FOR FRANKIE. First cranial surgery went unbelievably well - he was talking within an hour. They're going to hit the second and third tumors with radiation, and the lungs, as well. Long road ahead, but he is so. so. loved, by so. so. many. He's touched so many lives with his warmth and positive good humor and ENORMOUS, generous heart - he was literally 'trending' on FB, like some Kardashian, lol - this is SO not about me, but I cannot imagine my life without him. He's family, period. SO good to talk to him - he is the one person that I know, without question, that loves me. And Oh, how I love him.

And yes, I know the odds, and yes, I know the typical outcome, but IT'S FRANKIE, so let me have my denial, here.
correctiveshoes621: (Hero)
I'm back, baby :)

Just in time for my heart-of-hearts' 85th birthday.

Maybe my very favorite picture of him.

Miss you, Neil. The world's a little dimmer, without you.

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Never gets old. Watch this and TRY not to get choked up. Dare ya.

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