Last week at the hospital I wandered into the library to check on the availability of the copies of Phil’s Camino there. There are two of them all ready to be checked out, good thing. And I was perusing the shelves and what jumped into my hand but Gilda Radner’s book entitled It’s Always Something. So I am off reading that, a break from what I was doing.

It is lovely to think of her performing with the rest of the great Saturday Night Live crew when they were so on fire. There are some pages with stories from that era about the funny stuff. But most of the book is about her journey with her cancer. “Cancer is about the most unfunny thing in the world.”

It is interesting to me how she chose to write this memoir. What does one consider important or what does someone think to pass on to the reader. Her world was so different from mine and actually seems somewhat in the past which it is slightly. She had her diagnosis in ‘86. In the book she still called herself a comedienne. I actually like that, the comedienne part, it’s elegant and descriptive.

I guess almost no one would read a book about cancer if they didn’t already have the darn stuff which is sort of too bad really. What seems to pop up as important is stuff that is more interesting and deep than the jokey stuff which is our first love. It helps that the serious has some light aspect to it though. At the library there were piles of serious books and Gilda’s jumped into my hand. Comedy or some other transcendent spice seems vital.

Well, we had a major walk and tapas party yesterday. There was eleven of us around the outdoor table. A big group of six came and Kim one of my Companãras and her friend Kelly came. Then Jessika our old buddy showed up after being away since May. It really felt like we were squeezing some good stuff out of the tail end of summer. Thanks you’ll for making the effort and joining the fun.

OK, time to pack up and go. Have some carpentry work to do. Have a good one. Squeezing loves, Felipe.