This morning as I am making french toast for the kids, my sister-in-law strolls into the kitchen, accepts my offer of breakfast(well, I didn't mean the 1st plate, the one for the toddler, but please, help yourself) and picks up my yet unread New York Times and plops down at the table ( Read more... )

"Nobody wants to read other people's reflections on life and religion and politics, but the routine of their day, properly recorded,is always interesting." -Evelyn Waugh ( Read more... )

I get to the shop and put on some music, flip on the lights,ect., going through the beginning of the day motions.No blinking light on the machine,hmm. No ticket on the credit card machine saying yesterdays receipts went to the bank last night, another hmm, this one slightly more concerned ( Read more... )

The night Max wore his wolf suit ( Read more... )

I get my coffee exactly perfect and then it's time for our favorite storyteller, as he is known around here, Mr. Garrison Keillor, who turned out to be a surprising source of eroticism today."Circling the forbidden areas, touching the forbidden areas, but only over cloth,only over cloth." And he descibed the post-coital sweaty smiley happiness of a ( Read more... )

I adore Sunday's in general, but today was especially wonderful. Awoke to these incredibly kind words about my last entry in my mailbox. Wow. Swept away. Euphoric even. To be complimented on my words is so fulfilling. Was told I was beautiful probably a dozen times yesterday by various people, flattered professionally, had strangers fawn over my ( Read more... )

We are driving by the school yard full of kids right as that song by David Byrne on The End of the World soundtrack begins with all the kids' playground chants. I look in the rearview and ask H.(age 5) if this is art imitating life or life imitating art. He levels me a gaze and coolly says,"Both ( Read more... )

I'm ambivalent about posting a pic. I really enjoy the faceless anonimity of the Internet. Seems so much more of a challenge to engage someone's attention with only words, relying on your capability to intrique by conjuring images, not providing them with pictures. But I feel as though I have to put up something. So, what should I do? Go the easy ( Read more... )

Just read in The(ever informative)New Yorker(Mar.5) that the programming language used by the Dept. of Defense is named Ada, after a woman who is considered to have produced the 1st specimen of what would later be called computer programming.And would you believe that woman was Ada Byron, daughter of Lord Byron, also known as the Enchantress of ( Read more... )

The wind woke me this morning ,it was whipping through the trees so furiously. My kind of day.Decided to ride down marina on my beautiful lemon yellow Glide Deluxe(She's such a fox- pedestrians and drivers alike stare at her covetously)to see the windmill and check on the progress on the schooner that old guy is renovating. Sadly, the windmill's ( Read more... )