Last night. May we mention again what a gentleman the actor Steve Bucemi is? I'm not saying that only because I happen to really admire Boardwalk Empire, and how it shows fairly normal people caught up in the events of the day, from the women's vote and women's reproductive -- not even rights yet, but information -- the wireless, jazz and everything else, even the beginnings of home refrigeration, while Prohibition unleashes national law breaking at every level of society. I.e. people while living their lives create history. It's also just gorgeous to look at.
But before leaving for the party we received some disturbing news, which the party took our minds off of, in such a classy matter, as well as providing relief from the terrible events of the weekend. All of us have been pretty beat up about that, el V no less than anyone else. Such little children, for no reason, than as a bridge for a very disturbed person with guns no one should have access to find the adrenaline to put himself out of his own misery.
But the personal news from Saturday afternoon has kept el V extra jangled all day, along with the horrors of Friday. And while making dinner, then, stabbed himself in his right palm. It seems to be deep and painful, but, not a muscle or vein. It stopped bleeding pretty fast, though at first -- YIKES! He had a tetanus shot before going to Africa this summer. We have neosporin and gauze and antiseptics and so on. Doctor tomorrow to look at it. I made the call that the emergency room wasn't necessary tonight, in the cold and the rain.
It's always something isn't it.
And here by Thursday I was feeling all warm fuzzies about it being the Christmas and holiday season. I was so looking forward to this party too. Well, thanks to the Host and Hostess and their very fine guests, an oasis of holiday cheer appeared. We are -- still -- the lucky ones, the fortunate ones. As Willie Nelson said a couple of weeks ago when asked what he thought his greatest achievement was, and he said, "I'm still here."