Oldest is, presently, really feeling Johnny Cash,
and especially this song - one of his last. Haunting.
Anyone tried this?
I hadn't checked here in a while. Still great.
Many of these kinds Tumblrs fall a little short - a one joke deal. So far so good with this one.
K and I saw these in the mall. Fascinating.
In. Our. Future. (Link)
I'm sort of in love with this apartment. Imagine being newlyweds and buying a two bedroom Manhattan apartment and then renovating? (In case you don't live here, I'd say we're in the six million dollar neighborhood.)
We waited patiently...
(Please to note: K says to tell you that the aluminum foil is temporary...ALL LEAKS MUST BE SEALED.)
And K and his new smoker did not disappoint. We had ribs at about 7:30, the very best slaw, a mini St. Honoré for me and K AND a Key Lime Pie. Beans too.
I spent some time catching up on magazine reading.
(Totally smitten by Leanne Shapton, you must zoom in on the photo below.)
I wantwantwant a big blanket shawl like this.
...Reminds me of Youngest and me.
Youngest did me the best favor yesterday. K was good enough to pull all the winter stuff out of the attic (too heavy for me this year) but I've been missing three sweaters. I was a misery for weeks, thinking I had donated them accidentally. Youngest pulled all the bins out again, whilst K was at archery, and there they were, in the bin marked Christmas!
I continue to spy on the elegant lady on the train. I shall keep you posted.
I just told K he has a beautiful white wave in his hair. He told me, as he does each morning, that his hair is a disastro.
Where did he get that word I wondered out loud?
From our Fabio, one evening in the kitchen, in Positano - where not a thing in the world was a disastro.
I fear I am a little homesick for Positano, as I know Paola is homesick for New York.
The four of us will be together again.
I know it.