Thursday, August 04, 2011
Monday, August 01, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
This evening, I briefly saw a friend of mine at a food blogger event.
She is one of the most ebullient people I know. Tonight she was very distant and standoffish, and definitely not her cheerful self. She excused herself and left early.
Soon after, I sat down at a table with friends and checked my "streams" It was then that I saw a Facebook post mentioning the passing of Kim Ricketts, literary event promoter and genuinely amazing person. I was shocked, not just by the devastating news, but also in the delivery. RIP via Social Media? Do we no longer send black edged cards announcing the passing of family or friends? That is too slow and requires postage. We now do things quickly, instantaneously, and sometimes without thought. Like it or not, life does happen in 140 characters or less - but is it always appropriate?
My memory is filled with the exact place, time and delivery of the news of the death of loved ones. When I was little, I grew to dread the middle of night telephone calls that usually meant that someone back home had died. Later, we would receive telegrams and letters expressing sorrow. It seemed to prolong, yet at the same time soften the blow of loss - 6000 miles and staticky phone lines help, along with a touch of youthful innocence.
Making phone calls to family and friends after the death is also something I have grown accustomed to. After the death of TH's father, I remember sitting with the phone book in my lap making call after call. I hoped that the phone would ring and no one would answer so that I could hang up. I was relieved when I heard a friendly voice would pick up on the other end. The first words are the hardest, and I dread silence on other end - wanting to fill the gaps of comprehension.
I cannot say enough about the grace of my friend who while consuming her own grief and shock, did not announce to the world her mourning and loss. She is a class act.
We all have our ways of processing loss and expressing grief. I did post on my Facebook wall about my shock of her death and my sadness. She was an amazing person that had the knack and gift of building a community of food lovers, chefs and writers. I read others' twitter streams and realize that having an one to many conversation about loss is how they deal with grief. This is something I cannot do well in 140 characters or less, I need more bandwidth.
I will honor Kim by continuing to cherish books and the written word. TH and I will toast her with hot cocoa and wish you all had had the good fortune to have crossed paths with her.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Rebuilding takes time, community, money, faith, compassion, patience and hope. Things will never be the same here, the sea and the wind are powerful forces and we should forget that.
I still can't talk about Japan, this time it cut too close to home.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
My upgrade to Dallas hasn't cleared. It won't, hipsters are thronging to Austin for sxsw. Have at it.
Twitter haikus in short
My evening will be spent in a casino in Bay St.Louis, MS. Don't feel sorry for me, because hopefully on Saturday, I'll be spending my lunch time on the Ile st. Louis in Paris.
I still can't write about Japan.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Ernest and Phracey turned five today. Geez, where has the time gone? I have had this blog longer than we have had Ernest. Everyday with him is different. Maybe we treat our animals as children, sainted objects of our affection and dote on them too much. Honestly, this dog is the love of my life. Everyday with Ernest is a new day - things to do, smells to smell and people to meet. His life becomes our life and this is not a bad thing.
I never intended to fall in love with a fifty pound basset hound with buns of steel. Nor, did I ever think we would be blessed to have built up a friendship with his breeder and her husband. Having them in our lives has also been a joy.
Ernest, may your curiosity, stubbornness, good nature and boyish good humor bring us all joy for the next year.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
Where I have been? In a word, everywhere. I have been stuck in a snowstorm in London, lounged in Rome, shopped for salt in Paris, ate pinxtos in Barcelona along with other comings and goings.
Never fear, my family still remembers what I look like and so does my dog.
I am participating in NaBloPoMo this month, partially to get myself back on track, but mostly because I need the outlet.
Bear with me.
Friday, December 03, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Yes, it is November, no we have not had frost.
The leaf shredder is here, but apparently 530 pm is not an appropriate time to shred. I guess I will wait until 10 am tomorrow, JUST TO BE NICE.
Other than that, life is good and is getting better by the second.
Monday, November 08, 2010
I have realized that what happens Monday really sets up my week - especially this past year. Can you believe that 14% of my week affects the remaining 86%? It does - trust me.
This week, so far, so good.
My week in bullet points!
* I shot a bunch of unappetizing pictures today of a dish my mom made. Guess what, I'm not the only one shooting yummy but unappetizing food.
* I made a bunch of delicious and beautiful food to go with the ugly, but very delicious food.
* I am realizing that there is no way on this earth that we can eat all I cook.
* My friends and colleagues either love or hate me.
* I have a pile of leaves larger than a minke whale waiting be shredded.
* I pray my shredder shows up tomorrow.
* I realize that life is too short to care about what you look like in a tankini.
* I am beginning to recognize that good enough is a proxy for finished.
* That you don't have to finish every book you start or remember everything in a book you read 10 months ago.
* and that 10 pm is a reasonable bed time for basset hounds and their apes
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Friday, November 05, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Now think how much longer it is going to make changes mid stream.
We live in a want it now world, guess what the gov't doesn't work that way and privatizing, streamlining and thinking you can make things better usually inflates and reinvents the wheel.
Been there, done that.
Nm / head aching and heart sobbing
Monday, November 01, 2010
Where does time go?
Last month, I went to two of my favorite places in the world and a new place that I want to visit again and again...
Storm King Art center is outside of West Point, NY. I believe I could go there everyday of the year and be surprised by what I see in different light and different seasons.
The leaves on the Palisades Parkway were magnificent.
We went to Maine, via Montreal.
I got to meet Sophie and her mom. Meeting someone you have been interacting with on line for four years is a daunting thing. What happens if you don't click? Do you just walk away? Do you feign illness to get out of dinner you've planned a month in advance? What if the dog bites you? Montreal, I am enchanted by your city, your bagels and your dogs. Thank you.
and then Maine....
What can I say about Maine?
I'm sorry we couldn't spend a lot of time together this trip. Next time, we'll be running your parks and kayaking in your kettle bogs.
(This picture was taken in New Hampshire, but shh don't tell anyone).
I'm participating in NaBloPoMo. You'll see more of me here, lamely, but still....
nm - six states, one province, and 1.5 cider donuts later....