I was wondering about this.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Wednesday, January 04, 2017
Veronica
I just happened to stumble upon her story, I am not sure how. It's too bad she never found relief.
From a blogpost by "Shadows and Satin":
"In 1961, Lake found a job pasting felt flowers on lingerie hangers in a small South Broadway factory and the following year, the press had a field day when she was discovered living at the Martha Washington Hotel in Manhattan, paying a rent of seven dollars a day and working as a barmaid in the hotel’s cocktail lounge.
...In June 1972, Lake was married for the fourth time, to Robert Carlton-Munro, a sea captain with the Royal Navy. But this marriage, characterized by drinking bouts and fights, ended in divorce the following year. By now, years of heavy drinking had taken a toll on Lake’s health, and during a visit to friends in Vermont in June 1973, she was hospitalized with acute hepatitis. She died there on July 7th, penniless and alone. She was 50 years old."
Sometimes, you wish you could reach out to people who fade like this, then sometimes you realize, you still can. There are so many still out there who still suffer.
From a blogpost by "Shadows and Satin":
"In 1961, Lake found a job pasting felt flowers on lingerie hangers in a small South Broadway factory and the following year, the press had a field day when she was discovered living at the Martha Washington Hotel in Manhattan, paying a rent of seven dollars a day and working as a barmaid in the hotel’s cocktail lounge.
...In June 1972, Lake was married for the fourth time, to Robert Carlton-Munro, a sea captain with the Royal Navy. But this marriage, characterized by drinking bouts and fights, ended in divorce the following year. By now, years of heavy drinking had taken a toll on Lake’s health, and during a visit to friends in Vermont in June 1973, she was hospitalized with acute hepatitis. She died there on July 7th, penniless and alone. She was 50 years old."
Sometimes, you wish you could reach out to people who fade like this, then sometimes you realize, you still can. There are so many still out there who still suffer.
Tuesday, January 03, 2017
January 3rd, that's all zzzz
Then, I got into a program of intense accountability in regards to food intake, what and how much of it. I feel very hopeful and grateful for this, as I have a lot to lose. My way of attempting this in the last two decades has resulted in weight gain, so that didn't work. I appreciate the people in this program who are very kind and dedicated to serving the next person who comes along.
My house is trashed, holiday trashed. The house is already small and untidy, so decorations make it so much worse. Little houses, trees, versions of Santa and fake snow are closing in on me; I don't want to be home.
My kids went back to school today. Dakota informed me that he is going to be in yet another honors math course next year. That is really cool. The stuff is fun for him, which makes me very happy. Des is just tired. She and Gene went to the movies with a group and saw Assassin's Creed at 10 pm. She will give me as little information on school as possible, assuming I know it all or should. As if.
Gene is still out driving. I had to drive as well today, since he was booked. I did four hours and got to visit my old gallery in Little Italy as well as have a sandwich next door until my clients were ready. With all the rain today, and with my choppy sleep, I haven't been getting enough rest, so I took a nap. Now making dinner.
So, not much excitement around here. I am hoping to devote one of these days to clearing the decor and cleaning up so we can see what year it is.
Monday, January 02, 2017
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