All The Best

Reading

My joke du jour is that pretty soon I will no longer know how to read. I have made books part of my everyday, but I enjoy them in audio form.

Books were absent from my life for many years. While Burt was well, we were busy together and I couldn’t immerse myself in a book. When he got sick, I couldn’t find the concentration.

Since Burt passed, I have raced through a small library of books. I enjoy them in clumps: a bunch of Sue Grafton’s [re-reads]; some Ronald H. Balsan novels; several Fiona Davis stories; a burgeoning collection of Lisa Jewell works; a smattering of Frieda McFadden’s grim p.o.v.; all lightened by Janet Evanovich. There are other titles I have devoured, like Yellowface, James, or The Street; I read a few Isabel Allende works, as well as Like Mother, Like Mother; the intriguing The Lady in Gold; I finished The Four Winds and Educated; I recommend the odd Elinor Olliphant is Fine and American Dirt, too.

In fact, I recommend the whole enterprise that involves hearing a lovely voice read Jane Austen, or Taylor Jenkins Reid, or Mark Twain aloud to you. It gives to the activity of reading an entirely new dimension. I find it very pleasant, this story hour in which I indulge.

The love life of flowers

The genitalia of flowers is frequently On display, even in polite society asStartling and unexpected as innocent A pictorial to guide us on their growth
The love life of flowers

Walkin’ around

It looks like it was here since Colonial Times, but it confesses a 1977 [not a 1777] start.

My coffee trek goes on

Kook? As in oddball? Or as in a nook? It’s a tiny space, elongated with tables well-spaced, toward the back. It’s Fancy, all right.

The cappucino I ordered is very high-priced. It was brought on a wooden tray with the tiny lovely glass of orange juice and a grand little cookie on the side. Just very elegant and perfection.

Cappucino was firm, hard-core, as strong as you want it to be.

Better. Best. Good.

We march in peace

When handed all the worst as we have in this socio-political moment, insist upon your rights.

We are not marching so much as we are rallying in protest.

The counter to the grift, graft, illegality, unConstitutionality, are demonstrations by we, the people.

MAGA, Project 2025, MAHA, Plan 47 and commencement speeches about the pitfalls of trophy wives are all unseemly, uncalled for and anti-American.

Not necessarily in that order.

Tropical

Open and shut

Limelight was padded but there was a Limelight Pizza that was open.

Back in the day, this Church was a nightclub. I went there once. It was loud and dancy.

Sunday was the day AFAM closed for “big changes.” I love the Folk Art Museum even if I only visit sporadically. On Saturday, I made a far- thee-well but also wanted to see what was on offer before the renovations shut me out.