Attila at the MET!

I might get to see two operas this February (a Valentine's gift to me? Why yes!). And to boot--by some happy coincidence, "Attila" features my new favorite Bass, Ildar Abdrazakov (see below).

Superb!

As well, La Boheme is on. What terrific timing. I've yet to see it live at the Met. Anna Netrebko is singing Mimi!

I think I shall take off for reading week and treat myself. I need a vacation from the break up (which continues to rear its ugly head--but one year is up in June--I'm getting there bit by bit) and the chronic kitty care (granted I can find a suitable nursemaid who doesn't mind needles). Opera is just the thing (Isn't it always!). And a trek or two through Central park. And a few coffees on Broadway, in Chelsea, or wherever. And of course, Strand Books. And the RUSSIAN TEA ROOM (http://www.russiantearoomnyc.com/). God I love that place. Last time I saw that famous rockstar of the Rolling Stones with his equally famous much younger mistress... while I read some Kerouac. Fitting?

Love New York. Love.

List

of things for today.



I want:

-to have the most amazing Russian bass I saw in the Metropolitan opera's production of Faust 3 years ago (Ildar Abdrazakov) to call me up and ask me out. And subsequently fall in love with me. And then sing me to sleep. Or sing me awake. Whatever! I will in return fill his ears with choice Russian phrases I've learned, poems that are dear to me, and I shall giggle. And wear the best of my high heeled shoes. Or giggle while wearing high heeled shoes. While listening to him sing. Or even talk. God.

-to sport a star trek costume around town. I'm under the impression people find me odd, unapproachable. Eccentric? So, might as well live how I want. In fact, I might raid a costume shop. Be someone new every day! (If you're the hot opera singer reading this, a little delusion and madness is endearing, yes?)

-to disappear to Italy. To Tuscan hills, wine fields, life drawing classes in Rome, the Italian opera. Italy needs me. I just know it. Scratch that. Italy WANTS me.

-to fall asleep on a cloud and have the most restful sleep of my life and when I wake, my treasured cat will be well again, my worries will be abated, and I will have love again in my life. A life without love is a cruel trick of fate.

amare è vivere è amare
Однажды в бассейне свет ваш голос стремится мое сердце.

You grow old on the days your diet is inadequate.

"Let thy food be thy medicine, and thy medicine be thy food."
Hippocrates

Pray for kitty Bissy

My darling cat Bissy (Abyss) has been diagnosed with kidney disease this past month. Am trying a number of remedies and raw food, among other excellent quality canned food, but eating has become a large obstacle. Syringe feeding and medicating has taken precedence as I wait for even a hint of improvement. During the difficult times I've had, this sweet cat has been gracious, loving, affectionate and such an endearing companion. To return these gifts is my utmost intention, and I do so through treatment and lots of belly rubs, which she's always been quite fond of. Beyond this, and treating her with sub-q liquids, I admit to needing a Bissy sized miracle. Eating is paramount and is simply not happening. To those reading this, my friends, please offer some words of grace and solution to the aether parts. I would surely appreciate it.


Biss in healthier days: July 09


Putting on a brave face about two weeks ago. Before the rapid weight loss.


Bissy with many food options, none of which she finds palatable.