The young director at the ballet school in Vermont's Upper Valley, where I now hang my hat professionally, is enjoying her long-delayed move into a new building which continues as I write this. On Saturday we will hold our first classes there. This new chapter in the life of her fledgling school has opened with … Continue reading Rear View Mirror: Photo Essay
It is a balmy 37 degrees outside today, day four of my miserable head cold. The inside of my little house is toasty--all the heat is shut off save the pellet stove and I am happily barefoot and wearing a tank top. I made my first pitcher of iced tea in many weeks; could not … Continue reading House Wine of the South
Head cold, steel cut oats, Vermont maple syrup, great grandmother's Blue Ridge.
I am not sure how long it has been there, nor when it happened. And I swear I practice excellent personal hygiene, truly. But lately I have been enough pressed for time that I am content to find a moment just to snip my nails with clippers, much less file them, or—God forbid—give myself a … Continue reading Vermont Barbie has dirt under her nails.
Wintry chores, indoors. Ballet classes, reading glasses. Ice skate, bread bake. Lake run, too much fun. Work-play, lazy day. Valentines, canines. Pot-au-feu, boyfriend, too. Crossword puzzle, doggy muzzle. Foot rubs, lots of snug-gles. Heavy sighs, long goodbyes. Greetings from Vermont.
This came from the bakery where Handsome Chef Boyfriend works, rejected because of its imperfections. Looks like somebody was coloring outside the lines; makes it a little more interesting, a little less predictable, kinda messy. Go and find some sweetness and love today, even if it is imperfect--you know, a little less cookie cutter. Color … Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day
Yes, I really did this last night underneath a sky that was so incredibly dark and brilliant with stars and planets I am not sure my words can do it justice. My small digital Canon PowerShot simply can’t capture what I saw, so I had to grab something that approximates the nighttime sky in rural … Continue reading Rolling Around in the Snow, in the Buff
Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I skated around the lake again day before yesterday (no, that is not us in the photo--that woman does not have a death grip on her friend); this time we went for the entire circuit, about four and a half miles. The wind was rough at times and on occasion the … Continue reading The lake has spoken.
I hear the sound of my own voice at home only when I am talking to myself (c’mon—you know you do it, too), or when I address the other life unit here—Clarence-the-Canine: Do you need to pee? Are you hungry? Wag, wag, wag. But when I want to hear the sound of another human my … Continue reading Zzzzzzz….
I have long used Steven Mitchell’s ballet classroom music when I teach; he is a NYC-based classical ballet accompanist and musician who, along with a couple others of his ilk, was kind enough to help me develop a program for live ballet class accompaniment at my small school in Knoxville in 2010. A track on one … Continue reading My house smells like kishke.