I finished watching Bergman’s Scenes from a Marriage. T had left the DVD for me when she went up North and had highly recommended I watch it. It was fantastic. I watched the first half on Saturday and found myself longing to get back to it on Sunday. It was originally a miniseries and Bergman had released it when his popularity was at an all time low, but apparently after the second episode was aired,…
I’ve often written about the gloaming, that special time of the evening when the light has a magical quality to it. There is no other place in the world than the bayou to watch the dying light. Last night, we hurried to get out on the porch as the sun was casting its long shadows on the houses across the water from us – dusky pink, rustic gold, faded red – it’s a light that…
When I left for Portugal I turned off a lot of my updates – the Wall Street Journal, my neighborhood email list, the MS bike ride that I wont be participating in this year, and many others. When I came back, I decided to not to turn them on again. I get between 300 and 650 emails a day. It’s really ridiculous. So in an effort to try to narrow my focus and accomplish one…
We were wanting one of those old fashion silver candelabras – the ornate kind – but when I went on Ebay, I saw that they were horribly expensive. So I began searching for a silverplate one – again couldn’t find what we were looking for. We went to the French Quarter today to walk around and have a noon beer. I was feeling slightly peaked and T was shaking off her week away up north.…
You’re supposed to quit wearing white after Labor Day. We went for a walk this morning and ran into a friend of ours wearing all white and he looked quite handsome – we stopped to speak to him while he read the paper outside of CC’s on Esplanade Avenue.
I was reading the New York Times Book Review this morning and one review starts off about a mother dying of cancer and about how the loss of a parent can unhinge the fissures that keep a family together. My family was patriarchal and so the hinge unhinged in 1985 when my father passed suddenly at 62 years of age. The fissures that are coming unhinged right now are just rusty vestiges of a family…
Woke this morning and felt so happy it was Sunday. And like all Sundays instead of feeling like I needed more sleep, I woke with boundless energy. First I took Wolfie out since she doesn’t get the kind of walks Loca does. Her back legs are getting better but we foolishly took her off the meds fearing liver issues and her back legs deteriorated so bad that she is now back on them for good.…
When I got back from Nantucket, T took off for Boston then New York to work on her two book projects. So I came home to an empty house, which was a change from the past months of revolving doors of people. At first, it was so quiet it was disquieting but then I caught up on work, put some additional touches on the adoption book, ran errands, and revamped my exercise program. I’ve also…
The night blooming jasmine has gone insane in the backyard and I’m wondering what to do. If I trim it back, I cut off the delicate blossoms that impregnate the warm, moist air with a dewey honey scent. Nah, best to leave them alone.
I was standing in line at Rouse’s today waiting to check out and I noticed a young woman bagging groceries in the next aisle. She had black pigtails and freckles on her nose, and a black bow in her hair and her name tag said Royale. I was wondering if it is indeed a fact that you can’t overcome your given name.