When he finally died, he was tiny, a husk, everything used up in the body’s effort to extinguish itself. Education is the substratum of Oscarina; the perpetually scowling, pig-tailed little girl is Johnson's sounding board for sharing what she has learned with the public. You stop exercising because it hurts, you gain weight, you take meds for the pain, next thing you know, you’re out of shape and taking more meds for the side effects of the other meds you had to start taking because you got out of shape, and next you’ve got diabetes, cancer or a stroke, and then the bedpan days.”I got life insurance and made him the beneficiary of it: he was an artist with a long career that could and might well end with a change of editorship at the publication that regularly published his cartoons, or the unforeseen drying up of desire for his work, or even just the end of his own ability to remain inspired and relevant. Now that I have time and no one has any money, I thought I'd just do it for love. Empty except for our stuff, and not just our stuff from our life together: preparing for a future that would now never happen, for the six months of treatment and recovery we had expected to live through after his surgery, I’d stocked up on six months’ worth of toilet paper, paper towels, laundry soap, dish soap — soap and cleaners of every kind — dry goods, anything that was heavy and not available within a mile’s walk for me, since I don’t drive. No driver’s license, by choice. - New Yorker Cartoon Carolita Johnson. subvert!" I suppose it’s because the kitchen is where so much of coupled life happens. Parting Shot: Alex Ober, Woodstock's Freestyle Football Champ | September 2020Screen Time: Woodstock Film Festival Heads to the Drive In (and the Interwebs)Spanning History: The Great Era of Hudson Valley Bridge BuildingOn the Cover: Behind the Scenes of the Hudson Community Pages Photos with Angelina Dreem | September 2020
Why not go to that one?It was a long, arduous trip with multiple changes. Now, his extended family overran and inhabited our home en masse, at least 10 people in the house at any given moment, never giving us a moment of privacy.At first, I thought the crowded house was the reason I didn’t crawl into bed with him to provide him some comfort by the time all the tubes and wires were removed. He referred to a green book, or maybe a blue book — actually, who the fuck cares now? And then this: if I needed a ride to see my husband, someone would gladly come get me, anytime. We followed the “watchful waiting” protocol, prostate cancer typically being either the very slow kind that doesn’t kill you till you’re very old (like, if some other age-related incident or disgruntled mistress doesn’t kill you first), or the aggressive, kill-you-fast kind. Currently living, nevertheless, in Kingston, NY. I begged him not to go.
Now, I felt like a stowaway on an abandoned frigate, floating along aimlessly.I still had our dog, Hammy, with me, a 14-year-old poodle named after the noir fiction writer, Dashiel Hammett, of the “Thin Man” movies, whose dialogue Michael and I often quoted to each other. There will be a […] He’d die (if he weren’t already dead) if he knew I would one day write about him saying that he was “a very tactile person” who liked “the feel of young flesh,” at a sushi restaurant in the East Village, in the course of describing a lifetime of infidelities. No driver’s license, by choice. And then I asked, “Did I do it all wrong?” He breathed a deep sigh that felt as if he were trying to reach out to me through it.His breathing, over the next day, became heavy and loud, with a machine-like determination. This is exactly how the crying began to feel: tears that puzzlingly continued even when I thought I was done crying. I hoped with me not going, he might do as he’d done for years and back out at the last moment. AllPosters.com offers the best selection of Carolita Johnson Poster for sale online, with fast shipping, custom framing, and the best deals for every budget & decorating style.