This is food, potentially. Heirloom beans, organic peas, Swiss chard, summer squash. All started from seed, in these little incubator thingummies that come with soil pods. Not making this up: you just add water and then poke a couple seeds into each cup. Problem is, I am a terrible gardener. I could not grow a veggie garden … Continue reading What NOW?
Humor
I am officially a criminal.
Yup. In the eyes of the law, I have committed a crime. And looky there: it says I DISOBEYED a traffic control device. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy about myself. But this is actually a speeding ticket dressed in drag, sorta. And it is my first ever moving violation. Seriously. Handsome Chef Boyfriend and … Continue reading I am officially a criminal.
Polar Vortex
Yes, it really is as bad as it seems. Looks like a five-year-old got into the yarn, huh? Or maybe the booze? Multiply by ten, and you're almost there. I remember an epic argument between my teenage self and my mama just before my senior year in high school. Take Home Economics, she urged; you … Continue reading Polar Vortex
Make ‘Em Laugh
Lariska Dumbchenko, aka Raffaele Morra; http://www.trockadero.org Important lesson: take your work seriously, but not yourself. Prima ballerina assoluta Dame Margot Fonteyn is quoted as having said this, as are scores of others. I heard it again earlier today during a conversation with Raffaele Morra, who was visiting the ballet school where I teach this morning … Continue reading Make ‘Em Laugh
Quick Start
One day long ago I was chatting with a dear friend about some new device or other one of us was trying to figure out in the absence of a quick start guide—you know: the leaflet, or nowadays often DVD, that comes with a new gadget or gizmo and allows the impulsive among us to … Continue reading Quick Start
Road Rage, Princess Style
A recent phone conversation between Handsome Chef Boyfriend and myself: Me: I had this guy on my tail in his pickup truck heading towards Bromley, trying to pass me in the right lane. Big beard, baseball cap, checked wool jacket, sitting in his huge-ass truck. HCB: Why were you driving in the wrong lane? Me: … Continue reading Road Rage, Princess Style
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