September 25, 2016

wonderful links

This is a great invention. K's wallet causes him pain with some frequency.

Did I mention I fell in love with Nolet's gin? Not the fancy expensive one, just the regular one.

Excellent facial hair.

I was just wondering about how the drinking game in Shanghai Noon worked.

I have mixed feelings but I was curious.

I love the occasional royal read. 

Most of us work every day now. We're going to need some help with this.

I want to try this.

No, I'm from New York. 

Courtesy of Middle. Fascinating.

Hella good.

This too!

Surprise! I love this not-black bag.

Have a great Sunday.

September 24, 2016

dateline: Tuvalu

Boy, it's been a crazy week.
I've been working my ass off and rushing around.
And the thing is, we have some issues to deal with....

Before we went to Cape Cod I went for a check-up. I'd been feeling exceptionally tired and I thought I ought to check in with my osteopath. She did some blood tests and called me while I was away to say that my vitamin D is very low and my B12 is completely depleted. I have to have shots once a week for at least three months. I have 50,000iu's of the vitamin D (prescription) which I take on Monday mornings for at least three months and she told me it will take many weeks before I feel better. So that's that.

Meanwhile, we had a tremendous feast prepared and cooked for many hours by a good friend of Oldest's who is a butcher (and a musician, and a painter, and a writer) last Thursday evening. It was historic. Aged steak tip quesadillas grilled in lamb tallow that he reduced himself, ribs, brisket. Miso slaw. Extraordinary food waiting for us when we returned from work. Oldest cleaned the kitchen the whole day while his buddy cooked but, as we do, we left the knives for last. The next morning I was at work when K did this last bit of cleaning up and dropped the cleaver and, I don't know how, sliced his middle finger. He texted that he was driving himself to the ER as he thought it needed stitching. As luck would have it, someone else in the ER needed the plastic surgeon so K agreed to have him too. The plastic surgeon told him he had severed 70% of the tendon in his middle finger and that the regular ER doctor would have just closed the wound and he would have lost the use of that finger within a couple of days. Tra la la. Off he went, bandaged and stitched to see Dr. Schmancy who is, after all, our hand surgeon. We were very worried he'd want to operate but he didn't. He had a good look and gave K a much more manageable splint. 19 stitches. Two weeks to heal. Now I have to enlist sons for tight jar-lids and heavy lifting. He was in great deal of pain but is doing better this weekend.


My Busy Week


The Brisket


Unwieldy Plastic Surgeon Bandaging


Old Fashioned


I haven't even mentioned the leak in the kitchen ceiling.
Maybe I'll tell you about it after it's repaired.

We're fine. Just fine.

September 8, 2016

an update from Cape Cod

I'm sitting with a hard pear cider.
K is across the room working.
We'll go up to Mac's for dinner tonight.
We've already had clam rolls and pasta with lobster and tomato sandwiches.
The house is cozy, the bed is a dream and I bought a tube to sit in in the bay.
It's pretty swell.

in a tube

K's lobster pasta dish.


Cheese dinner after a big lunch.


Site of the aforementioned big lunch.


Got some pie.


Enjoying the hell out of tomato sandwiches.




PS: this is the first time in 20 years that no one is going to school this week.

September 5, 2016

links and an update

WE are going to the Cape tomorrow.
I am very excited. Sure, there's a tropical cyclone thing happening, but who cares?
We might have to wear sweatshirts.
Youngest has been away all weekend with his girlfriend.
Oldest has been away all weekend with his uncle.
K has had a very busy weekend with archery and beer brewing.
Middle and I spent a day hanging out together, laughing our asses off.
Today? I'm making a lasagna.

Here are some links!

As god is my witness, I'm painting my bedroom gray. (Actually, I'm not sure how much painting I am physically capable of.)

RIP Gene Wilder.

What goes in the fridge and what doesn't need to. I have fruit in there now!

Amy Schumer. Nice work.

It's the Thai rocket festival!

Really stupid title, decent list.

Oooh, Garrison Keillor.

Part of my afternoon with Middle was spent watching this.

Beautiful explosions.

I am DOING THIS. (It's not unusual.)

Finally, our pal Scot sends us this. I love it...but mostly I love that our friend Scot is back with us because I've missed him terribly.

September 3, 2016

August 31, 2016

August 30, 2016

the loveliest story about perfume...and the internet

You know, I met my pal Poppy a long time ago. A very long time ago.
And I met her through the internet. We were blogging regularly about our lives and would chat from time to time via email and, at some point, K had a business trip in Chicago. I figured it would be a great opportunity to meet Poppy and we arranged a coffee date not to far from my hotel. This was back in the days when we carefully guarded our identities on the internet. There was no Twitter or Instagram. Personal blogs were a thing. Anyway, I had no intention of divulging any more personal information about myself than was necessary over coffee.
I agonized about what to wear and went.
And I, basically, fell in love with her.
And then I fell in love with my other Chicago-based crowd.
I'd go once or twice a year based on airfare and party schedules and we'd all sit around Poppy's incredible apartment and stare at the views and eat Thai food late at night and talktalktalk and have the most extraordinary time.
The last time I was in Chicago, in May, someone said: Why do you suppose we get along so well? How is it that we can be apart for long stretches of time and fall back into step so easily
I think I shouted something like: We accept each other unconditionally! And we understand that each of us has flaws and problems but, in these rooms, together, none of that matters!
Heavy stuff.
On a lighter note: each time I visited Poppy's apartment, as we all dressed to go out, I would sneak into her room and spritz myself with this scent -


She had a nice-sized bottle of it and it lasted beautifully on my skin. And it's lavender, my all-time favorite scent. But it's more sophisticated than wearing essential oil as it is mixed with other wonderful ingredients. (Which Poppy could, undoubtedly, tell you all about as she is practically a chemist when it comes to cosmetics and skin care and scents.)

There was a time in the dead of summer some years ago when Poppy and Angie and Wendy and Jen all came to my house to stay. I put Youngest out of his room and made a guest room and had them all for a visit. Poppy brought me that bottle of perfume. She gave it to me! I was very excited. It was the kind of generous gesture that cannot be matched. Poppy is, in fact, wonderfully generous in many ways.

That was some time ago, as I've said.
That bottle of perfume is nearly fumes at this point. I hopped on to eBay last week to see what was available (it is discontinued) but the prices were pretty steep.
I mentioned it in a post a few days ago and was hoping someone would recommend something comparable. Something lavender-y but more complex.

Instead, I was treated to the sort of responses I've always found at the heart of the pal Scot, who's been under the weather but who I know we all fondly remember for filling my comment box with all manner of snappy notes, sent a link for replacing my perfume.  And Judith, who has read me for a long time and just missed meeting me in Germany found another source, offered to order the scent and even bring it to me in Germany or send it to my hotel!
(Judith, why do I not seem to have an address for you?)

And, just while I was falling asleep last night, trying to figure out the logistics of both meeting Judith in Germany and buying my favorite fragrance another of my internet friends emailed me.
Apparently, she has found a bottle, purchased a bottle, and will send it...though I'd love for her to bring it when she visits this fall.

So, I ask you: are these not the kindest kind of friends?