GOT THOSE HEEBIE JEEBIE BLUES FROM WAY DOWN YONDER IN NEW ORLEANS

I’ve got the all kinds of bugs blues,

Got rid of bed bugs

Then fleas got a hold of me

Got all kinds of bug blues

Either way I lose

Insects invade my house like

Squatters who refuse to pay rent

Invade my space from all angles

Fruit flies fly into my eyes & ears,

Fly around my computer screen

Fear drives me, makes me see

Bedbugs aren’t the only parasites  

More afraid of how we live

Our entire lives invaded consistently

Sign petitions on the Internet

Fear instills me with those bedbug blues for sure

Stinkbugs threaten to enter,

Cling to my 16^th floor window screen

Insects invade my heart & soul

Posttraumatic stress syndrome sets in

Obsessed by the insect kingdom

Imagined their numbers grew and grew

Because all the all kind of bug blues

Bemusing I clench my fist

Capture what first seems a Knat

Inspecting it in my palm and transfer to a bottle,

Can’t make heads or tails of it. Excuse the pun.

I visit the bug shop on the corner.

Give my sample to the shop’s proprietor

Ms. Young Lady declares she’s an expert,

In her eyes, definitely not bedbugs-

I breathe a sigh of relief

She affirms it’s a kind of mealy bug – whom eats food

I watch as stink bugs crawl through my window

Climb right in between the glass and screen

All the way up to the 16^th floor

I wonder how they do it

Why do they pick me?

These Stinkbugs fly, buzz around my head

Help me get rid of them

Please explain, where do 

All these bugs are come from?

New song I wrote for Grandson, Oliver

Oliver loves this song and shakes his booty and claps when I sing.

Make Music

Going to dance with you all night tonight

Going to dance all night

Dance all night,
Dance in bright moonlight

Dance until the stars shine bright

Dance all night till the moon goes high
And the stars shine bright

Going to dance all night with you

Dance until sunset

Dance all night under shiny starlight

Going to dance with you till the sun shines bright

Dance and watch sunrise

Going to jam with you under starlight tonight baby

Dance like I’m in a trance

Dance the night away tonight baby

Dance the night away sweet night

Hear you whisper my name

Dance past midnight

Dance till night turns to sunlight

I want to dance the night away

Hold me tight in fading moonlight

Dance the night away with you

Dance beneath bright white stars

Dance the night away

Shine bright like a star

Dance night into day

I want to dance with you

Until dawn arrives

I want to dance with you

Until daylight arrive

I want to dance with you

Till the sun shines bright

You’ll hold me in your arms

Press my right hand to your heart

As we glide across the floor

Oh what a sight we’ll make

I want to dance with you in the pale moonlight

Dance all night tonight baby

I want to dance with you

Till the stars don’t shine

I want to dance with you

Till the sun shines bright

Dance with you all through the night

Ancestry and other B.S.

Son's DNA kicked this process off and got my curiosity heightened.

I recently had my son's DNA tested out of curiosity. I followed his belief that after he was tested, I'd know what my DNA was too. This was not the case. After Joey was tested, we read the results eagerly. The tests gives estimates and basically there is a leeway of 5 to 10 percent.

35% to 39% European Jew. Hey no surprise there right? This includes all regions found in Germany, France, Lithuania, Latvia Slovakia, Czech Republic, Romania, Bosnia, Serbia and Estonia.

8% Benin/Togo African which includes Ghana, Nigeria, and Mali. I figured that's got to be his father. Joey's dad is Dominican. 1% Senegal, the Gambia, Mali, Mauritania, and Guinea-Bissau are included here.

3% North African including Morocco, Algeria, Egypt and Libya. Everyone I knew said, "Oh that's his Dad too.

Turns out he had about 10% Irish and English. Everyone thought that was me. I was like, no way - I'm not white like that.

A large 18% is Italian and Greece and 17% is Portugal and Spain.

3% from India.

Then there were traces of up to 3 percent each of Asia Central including Turkmenistan and Afghanistan DNA, 3% North American Indian DNA, plus Middle Eastern, formerly Persia, now known as Syria, Iraq, Jordan, Oman, Yemen, United Arab Emirates, Lebanon, Israel, Iran, Pakistan, and Saudi Arabia.

Now for my surprises!

Turns out I have no West European, English or Irish DNA.

No surprise either since Joey has 2 parents and he was 39% European Jew then that I'm 76% European Jew right?

I am 12% Italian and Greek. Primarily located in: Italy, Greece

Also found in: France, Switzerland, Portugal, Spain, Serbia, Hungary, Bulgaria, Austria, Croatia, Bosnia, Romania, Turkey, Slovenia, Algeria, Tunisia, Montenegro, Albania, Macedonia, and Kosovo.

2% India DNA labeled Asia South and this includes India, Pakistan, Nepal, Bhutan Bangladesh and Sri Lanka.

Some 2 to 3 percent of Asia Central including those regions Afghanistan, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan and Also found in: Iran, & Pakistan.

Some 2 percent Iberian Peninsula. Hmm, always thought I had some Sephardic blood and there we go, now a fact.

The 2 percent Middle Eastern (no surprise here) is me and may include his Dad too.

The 1 or 2 percent North African is also me, including DNA from the regions Morocco, Algeria, Egypt and Libya. I figure probably Jews I descended from were traveling Berbers there at some time.

Happy too that I was right that his Dominican Dad, Felix, was the one with the English and Irish DNA and that I knew right away I was the one who had South Asia DNA from India.

Yay! Now I know more about my history.

Did you know the Mormons will help you find out more about your ancestry for free. I plan to go once I'm up and around again.

Luckily for me, some of my father's people immigrated here from Eastern Europe in the 1890's having the foresight to see what was coming.

Other Upcoming News:

Now the partially bad news and good in another way. I am having hip replacement surgery at Columbia Presbyterian this coming Thursday, May 7th. I have been mostly disabled since ripping several ligaments and tendons from doing Pilates on the machine. I did 14 sessions between end of October 2014 and first week of January. Who knew Pilates could be so dangerous? Recently a friend told me she tried it and saw right away that you must have a very strong core and be strong to begin with to do Pilates.

At the New York Reforming Pilates center they encouraged me to do more and come more. I never realized the damage I was causing and thought the pain was caused by minor injuries like pulled muscles. By the time I realized the extent of the damage, it was too late and I could no longer walk. I continue to do the exercises taught to me in Physical Therapy but the right leg doesn't follow my brain's orders. You know how they say the leg's connected to the hip, but I never realized how much the hip controls the legs. At the Pilates center they make you sign a waiver too the minute you do anything there. I should have known better, but it also sounds like neglect on their part.

Most importantly, I ripped the Ligamentum Teres, which holds the hip joint in place. The Minimus Gluteus tendon also had partial tears as did many other things. The hip joint had some arthritis but 14 sessions of Pilates just did me in. I should have stuck with my yoga and when I am fully functionable again I will.

Song I wrote for Grandson Oliver

I sing this to Oliver, my grandson, and he loves it. I began singing it to him when he was a few months old. He is now almost a year old and still loves it.  

I once sang at an outside poetry/music festival and people liked it. 

I LOVE OLIVER

I love you in the morning 

I love you at night

I love you when you just wake up

I love you when you’re cranky

I love you as much as key lime pie

I love you all the time

Love you in the morning 

Love you at midnight

Love you when you’re bright and sunshiny

Love you when you’re cranky

Love you all the time

Love you in rain. 

Love you in sunshine.

Love your smile 

Love to witness your delight.

You’re all right with me

Even when you’re wrong

You’re all right with me

I love you all the time.

Right back where we started from

I love you in the morning 

I love you at night

I love you when you wake you

I love you when you fall asleep

I love you when you cry

I love you all the time

I love you in stormy weather,

I love when we’re together

I love you everywhere

My love for you defines me

You’re totally divine!

You’re the sunshine of my life

I love you in bright times

I love you in sad

It’s always understood

Loving you makes bad times good

I wish you endless possibilities

Love you open opportunities

I love you in the morning,

I love you at night

I love you all the time

American Train Trip

Sitting on an Amtrak train heading back to NYC

Pass through Mystic, Connecticut 

Quaint country houses, a huge river

Big bridge with bright lights

Feel like a character in a movie

The guy at the table across talks rapid fire on his cell

About Jack Black who was supposed to

Hit up the presentation today and how in spite of

Jack having that high six figure salary

He's got no experience at this job

How he had to take Jack Black's place 

And do what Jack Black should have done

Patricia is supposed to be his boss 

But he has to tell her what to do

“It's like a marriage,” he proclaims

The train conductor announces

Arriving at New Haven, Connecticut in 2 minutes

Fellow passenger’s cross conversation and my movie end

Inspired I search for my pen and remember 

Mariel asked to borrow it and didn’t return it

I pull my luggage from the corner 

Ransack roughly through my clothes 
Find my iPad, pull it out and write this poem instead