The weather dipped overnight into a much more fall feel, but yesterday was summer by any other name. We found our groove back here in the LaLa Petite, with Tin digging his Moroccan bed #2 and Tatjana in the kitchen making us some bolognese sauce, and me throwing around all my balls. The internet was on the fritz yesterday and assuredly it was because everyone had been using it too much and it needed a…
Last night the tent was not a success – Tin loved it to play with it but believes the only thing to do when inhabiting a tent is to stand up in it. He can’t see the reason for sitting much less sleeping. So the broken tent was disposed of this morning and the twin futon was brought up and now in the corner of the room lies his second Moroccan bed. The dogs are…
The last 24 hours have felt like a mudslide – we were doing the final push to get the house ready to rent and I was setting up the “pop up kid’s room” or tent up in my old office for Tin when I fell on it and broke it. What are you going to do for goodness sakes? Meanwhile, my first real client for Greenlight Global Research just got real-er if that is possible…
You know those long format holiday greetings that some people send around, which is their way to catch up with far away friends and family? I was thinking about that sort of card and what mine might look like for 2011. While you can go back and connect the dots and see patterns, in the midst of living, life often seems haphazard and chaotic. I could start my letter like this: Dear loved one, at…
When I was in my thirties I asked a twenty year old where he went to dance and he asked me, “Techno, Jungle or House?” And I said, “Huh?” T had a few of her students over for a little get together and I asked them what they are listening to and what they are dancing to. They’re listening to Shoe Gaze music – say what – yeah, you got it, gazing at your shoe…
I remember when I married my first husband, a Catholic boy who converted to Judaism to be in my family, we went to a reform synagogue on Esplanade Avenue. I remember being almost physically ill by the woman playing the cello, the books that read from left to right, the absence of Hebrew, the absence of yamulkas, the absence of all I knew to be Judaism having grown up in an orthodox household. A long…
A thousand years ago Steve and I bought a Nolli Plan and planned to use it in many different places and it has wound up being one of those things you schlepp here and there but that never gets used. In rethinking our newly launched lifestyle, Steve relinquished his hold on the Nolli plan, and I turned it over to Tatjana to create our headboard/art piece/Rome map wallpaper. She’s busy at work on this project…
After school yesterday, Tin and I walked to the Soraparu playground where the other kids were playing and in comparison, he looked so tiny! Usually I don’t take him there because it is that time of day when the older kids are playing and they tend to be rough and tumble. A mother asked me how old Tin is and I said two and a half, and she said he looks like he’s barely old…