Well, I’m getting annoyed with the lack of services on MyBloggers, but guess we’re stuck with this situation for a while. For me, the other blog is not an option.

Most of you missed my piece about the death of Frederik Pohl, the science fiction writer. We shared some family in that he raised Jay’s daughter when he married Jay’s ex-wife, Carole. In that post, I said I had written Fred but he had never replied. I found out this past week, that I had written the wrong Fred Pohl! I phoned the number I had to offer my condolences to the widow and she said her husband was alive and well and sitting on the couch at that very moment. So, Fred, I forgive you. You never got my letters. What is, however, annoying, is that this other Pohl didn’t let me know I’d made a mistake. All these years, I thought Fred just didn’t want to respond to me.

I then got in touch with Fred’s agent and he said he would pass on an e mail from me to the widow. So I wrote a note. It has been several days and no response. Oh, well, I tried.

Meanwhile, I am down to 114 pounds and reaching for 112. That’s still not low enough for my French jeans, but that may be a goal that I won’t reach. For one thing, 108 (which would probably work) might look different on me now than when I was in my 30s, as in perhaps, emaciated.

A relative of one of Ed’s wards is so pleased with the way Ed is handling the case that he has sent us 8 filet mignons. They are in the freezer. I have invited Nadine and her husband, Mickey, to join us for dinner this coming Sunday and we will have filet mignon.

xx, Teal