I felt sad about Lou Reed, 71 is not old (especially as I am approaching 50). You feel sad not only for the (at times, grumpy) man, but for the person you were when you listened to his music. Transformer was an album I listened to countless times with my first boyfriend in early 80s. We were together for five years. I can still see us taking the album out of the sleeve to put it on the record player. He lived in a 'rough' area and his dad was a communist. He'd shout upstairs, It's time Nasim was going over the road, and the boyfriend would dutifully walk me home. All of them are dead now, the druggy boyfriend, the father and Lou Reed. In that order.
I've just started Doris Lessing's The Memoirs of a Survivor, it's been yellowing on my bookshelves, I've no idea when I got it. I'm only 35 pages in but love its strangeness and clarity, and Hugo the yellow cat/dog. Am smiling that her character smokes one cigarette every day, one of the characters I'm writing just now does too - her luxury in one dreadful day after another. These coincidences always happen, and are always going to happen, but just so you know I'm not nicking from Doris. (I met a woman once who smoked one cigarette every New Year's Eve.)
I'm having an eye saga again, no uveitis, thankfully, and touching all the wood in the world, every single tree, but the pressures have risen again, no idea why as there is no inflammation, and I stopped using steroid drops two years ago, but the pressure-lowering drops do not agree with me, they cause eyelid swelling - most eye drops do in my case, and ME can make you especially sensitive to drugs - which is just not on. And my poor eyes are dry as stones. When you have an opthalmology appointment now, they phone you a week before and you press this key and that key to confirm. I'm always scared I make a mistake, but I love our NHS and would happily press keys every day to confirm.
And speaking of eyes, am very tempted to say to Lionel Shriver, Dry your eyes, Lionel. Also tired of her and Jonathan Franzen badmouthing social media, they don't understand that many writers use it intelligently and creatively. Yes, Lionel, dry your eyes.