Dan Downing It takes a long lever to move me off my long-post-empty-nest butt. But how enjoyable, once forces conspire to do so (yet how quickly inertia sets in again). But the bonds strengthened and the territory explored make a repeat of this weekend a must. Picked up Jim at Alewife Thursday eve, enjoyed a […]
Diane. ìWhat was that blonde joke that Jimmy told us? The one that was so funny, about dieting. I might use it with my patients.î Me. ìYeah, what was it. Matt do you remember?î Matt. ìNo.î Me. ìGive me a moment, IÃll find it.î Clickity, clickity, after maybe fifteen seconds, tops. Me. ìHere it is.î […]
Email from Ed yesterday: That overhyped Isabel has left us in the dark for nigh onto 70 hours now. Most of Bowie is without power, and I’ve had to drive into College Park to the Univ. of MD, which has local generators keeping its servers alive. (where I am now) Beth and I have been […]
We sat on her porch, enjoying the first breezes inspired by Isabel. As always, her doors are open; the house full of light and life. Her gardens planted and tended in memory of her husband. I sipped fresh gazpacho, swallowed the last bite of my second pastry and thought, what a giving, nurturing woman. ìHow […]
That guy is me. http://www.mikimoto.com/index_f_en.html Sent to me by my sister, Joan.
I don’t know that I’ll know how to just BE in the room, if and when it is judged to be done (which will have to be by more objective observers). It has become so much The Project for me, such that its needing doing now seems sufficient reason just for its being. I’m not […]
Dear Henry, Although you didnÃt ask, youÃll be interested to know that I visited DianeÃs new office, and met most of her fellow fighters of anorexia in teenage girls. Diane needed various colorful photos hung, and after failing to drive simple nails into her walls-you know women, where would they be without men-she begged for […]
Susan wouldn’t need the title to know that this is Adam’s photograph.
Susan wouldn’t need the title to know that this is Adam’s photograph.
I could take credit for finding these links (think Matt’s photos) but I won’t. They were sent to me by my brother. Ed can relate to this one. The trampoline is too small. You could spend the day here, but I don’t suggest it. And this guy, well, he was just insane. On the dock […]
Mock Orange My mother comes in the front door. That smell is too much, she says, nodding toward the mock orange. Those little white flowers are pretty, but the bush smells too ripe, don’t you think? Maybe you should cut it back. It smells like those locust trees in New York near the hospital-so sweet […]