The Pumpkin Prankster Strikes Again
This time it was a Hebe Jack-o-Lantern, yamulka and all, looking right at me when I opened the door to grab the Sunday New York Times.
This time it was a Hebe Jack-o-Lantern, yamulka and all, looking right at me when I opened the door to grab the Sunday New York Times.
If Williams was a bigot he would have looked a lot like the guy who was chatting with the couple in front of us last night at the opera – he’d have that Southern twang, he’d have been dressed in that dapperish gayish mode, and he would have been saying exactly what this guy was saying: Yes, I’m living with mother. We finally got the house in Gentilly fixed, but we are still working on…
Before the opera started last night, the orchestra played the national anthem. My Croatian princess refused to stand for any national anthem, I was up like a rocket and singing along with the group AND THE ROCKETS RED GLARE, THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR… The national anthem still gives me goosebumps – what can I say?
Mark Strand is tops on my list. Last night, we went to a party after the opera and in handwriting tacked to a wall in the host’s house was this poem: Keeping Things Whole In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my…
Guy Ritchie and Madonna have settled their divorce, according to the U.K. publication, The Sun. The “RocknRolla” director will reportedly walk away with assets totaling around $60 million, including a 1,200-acre country estate, a London pub, and a cash settlement. Madonna will hold on to her New York and Los Angeles homes and most of her considerable fortune, The Sun reported. “The negotiations were relatively painless,” The Sun quoted a source as saying. “Guy knew…
I remember something remarkable about my grandmother. She was raised in the South and had a tough life. She ran a dairy farm by herself after my grandfather left and raised five children. She was cool as a cucumber but tough as nails. As she aged, this miraculous thing happened to her – she began opening up and getting more girlish and you could almost see her enjoying herself. Sometimes, when I see T jumping…
Once again the mysterious pumpkin carver has struck the LaLa! We returned at 2 am from a fun party to find not two, but three pumpkins carved and lit up with candles – the perp we deduce was in mid act as a lone candle was left behind, as well as one pumpkin gone missing. And in the missing pumpkin’s place were an array of Indian corn, gourds and squash. We have four potential suspects,…
We went to the opera last night to see Puccini’s Manon Lescaut. Mind you, I was stressed all day, I was tired, and I felt like I was spun as tight as a Turkish top, but we were so happy we went. It was one of Puccini’s early operas and there are themes he brings up there that are more fleshed out in his later works. One is the theme of the poor wench, in…
We are having the reader’s digest version of a relationship and luckily I have enough age on me to do more than take an educated guess about how to react to our curves and dips when they appear. Today, we woke late after coming home from a party at 2AM – we had our coffee and tea on the front porch. The day began as one of those unforgettable fall days here in New Orleans.…
This week is the Japan Festival in City Park, there are three fabulous exhibits at the Ogden, the opera season begins tonight, my cousin is in town, I have a garden begging for me to get down on my knees, there is work to do that doesn’t get done when the phones are ringing, and I still want to see Religulous – how is it possible to do any of this? I had coffee yesterday…