Remember the three tomato plants I planted way last spring? The ones I've been boring you to death about for eight solid months now? The ones the deer chomped in half as soon as I planted them, but which then came back to life just when I was ready to yank them out? The ones that started fruiting just in time for it all to get stunted and shriveled by our record streak of triple digit temps, and then started fruiting again?
My Black Prince...
my Yellow Plum...
and my Juliet?
Juliet is the one I left sitting in its pot for-ev-er, not even sure if it was worth the trouble to plant it. It was a straggly, half-dead mess when I finally got around to putting it in the ground. Now it's huge and lush and absolutely loaded with fruit that is just coming ripe. I picked my first piece yesterday, and was hoping to have enough to roast by the end of the week.
Of course, we did have a cool front come through this week, and they predicted our temps dipping down into the low 40's. perhaps, but that's not enough to get yer knickers in a twist over, right? So, imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning, only to discover our handy-dandy electronic thermometer reading thirty-frickin-four-degrees!
They still look ok to me, so I guess my question is, how long will it be before I know whether to pitch a hissy fit or not?
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
'TIS THE SEASON: HOLIDAY FRAGRANCE
Since I have always viewed my birthday as the official start of the holiday season (even if the rest of the world doesn't see it that way), how fortuitous was it that a serious cool front just happened to whisk through here last night, blowing away the last of those ninety degree temps (we hope!); we just happened to need our downy duvet filler for the first time last night; I just happened to feel the need to switch from AC to heat for the first time today; and, my hubby just happened to buy a candle for some reason today, brought it home and lit it up, and it just happened to be in my veeeerrry favorite holiday fragrance? Let the festivities begin!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
WHY WRITE? SHEDDING NEW LIGHT ON THE OLD FOLKS
This was my in-laws when I first met them. I wish my kids could have known them then, instead of having most of their memories filled with the bad times, towards the end. Unfortunately, that's the way it goes when all four of the grandparents were 30 before they had us, and we were 29 and 33 before we had our first child.
Not long ago I mentioned that my hubby bought a new scanner, and he's been a busy little bee, scanning all our old slides. Imagine my surprise when I opened up I-photo on my computer the other day, and found a bunch of photos of George and Theda in their early days. Photos that I'd never seen before. Photos like these:
How I wish I could have known them then -- known something about their personalities and sense of humor, their hopes and dreams, their struggles and triumphs. If only I had more stories about them, that I could pass along to my kids -- something to supplant all those memories of dementia, pain, and humiliation.
So. You wonder why I'm obsessed with writing it all down? Well, there you have it, in a nutshell. Our grandkids will have stories!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
BACKSTAGE BROADWAY
How I love these old theatres! |
John beneath a giant silver stiletto. |
A couple of the frocks. |
Seeing exactly what goes on behind the scenes took our appreciation to a whole new level. For example, when Jerry worked on the show Shrek, there were two sets of costumes to deal with -- townspeople and ogres. In this show, every single song meant every person on stage was in a brand new costume, from the tippy top of their elaborate wigs and eye-make-up-masks down to their rhinestone-studded stilettos. And their were extra sets of everything for the stand-ins. That's a lot of stuff to keep pristine, to organize, to store, and to maneuver into being in the right place at the right time. So many wigs and frocks and props!
My hubby was modeling one of these in a previous post. |
The bus was lined with a special fake fur that was no longer available, and which Jerry had to have custom -ordered. |
The shoe carrousel, in the corner of the bus. I want one of these for my bedroom! |
I couldn't get over the work that went into every little piece on stage, even if it was just a prop in the bus, and not actually part of a costume! |
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
NEW YORK: DAY THREE
On Thursday we went in search of a more reasonable breakfast, and spotted a place called Lindy's Diner. It looked like the sort of place where, back in Texas, you'd find a $3.99 breakfast special. It was not. The food was bad, the service grumpy, and still it cost us fifty bucks. But that did not keep us from having a faaab-u-lous day!
First we went exploring down the Avenue of the Americas, towards Rockefeller Center, where young Kevin works. We saw the Statue of Liberty...
did some souvenir shopping for the kids at the NBC store...
happened to be there for opening day of the infamous skating rink...
and bought a macaron at Bouchon, chef Thomas Keller's take on a French boulangerie. It was a very good morning!
After a quick clean up back at the hotel, we then headed over to my cousin's loft apartment, just a few blocks off broadway. Cousin Jerry is a very cool, very interesting guy. Imagine growing up on a ranch in Bogata, Texas (pronounced buh-GO-duh), and somehow making your way to Prop Manager on Broadway! But then, all his siblings are like that. His older brother started out as a rodeo clown, and now travels the country producing rodeos. My uncle, he didn't raise no slackers! Anyhoo, Jerry had made reservations for lunch at a very special place, but since we had a bit of time to kill, we got to see his gorgeous apartment (why didn't I take any photos?!) with fabulous artwork from some of the theatre greats, then we took a leisurely stroll through Central Park to get to our luncheon spot, Jean Georges, in one of the Trump buildings. We decided to go whole-hog, and ordered the six-course tasting menu, which was uh-MA-zing, but there are no pictures of that either. Not because I forgot this time, but because this place was so fancy-schmancy I was just too intimidated to whip out my camera. I was afraid my poor cousin would be mortified!
When we'd finally finished lunch, at about 4:00, we returned to the hotel for a little rest up. We needed it, after all the walking we'd done that day! (I don't know how anyone could be overweight in NYC). Then it was back to Broadway for our final show, Priscilla, Queen of the Desert -- but more about that later!
First we went exploring down the Avenue of the Americas, towards Rockefeller Center, where young Kevin works. We saw the Statue of Liberty...
did some souvenir shopping for the kids at the NBC store...
It's filled with M&Ms! |
and bought a macaron at Bouchon, chef Thomas Keller's take on a French boulangerie. It was a very good morning!
After a quick clean up back at the hotel, we then headed over to my cousin's loft apartment, just a few blocks off broadway. Cousin Jerry is a very cool, very interesting guy. Imagine growing up on a ranch in Bogata, Texas (pronounced buh-GO-duh), and somehow making your way to Prop Manager on Broadway! But then, all his siblings are like that. His older brother started out as a rodeo clown, and now travels the country producing rodeos. My uncle, he didn't raise no slackers! Anyhoo, Jerry had made reservations for lunch at a very special place, but since we had a bit of time to kill, we got to see his gorgeous apartment (why didn't I take any photos?!) with fabulous artwork from some of the theatre greats, then we took a leisurely stroll through Central Park to get to our luncheon spot, Jean Georges, in one of the Trump buildings. We decided to go whole-hog, and ordered the six-course tasting menu, which was uh-MA-zing, but there are no pictures of that either. Not because I forgot this time, but because this place was so fancy-schmancy I was just too intimidated to whip out my camera. I was afraid my poor cousin would be mortified!
When we'd finally finished lunch, at about 4:00, we returned to the hotel for a little rest up. We needed it, after all the walking we'd done that day! (I don't know how anyone could be overweight in NYC). Then it was back to Broadway for our final show, Priscilla, Queen of the Desert -- but more about that later!
An interesting sculpture of construction workers perched on a beam, having lunch, that travels around town mounted atop this little truck. |
Monday, October 24, 2011
COLOR MAD MONDAY: FISHS EDDY
Fishs Eddy!
Fishs Eddy was just chock full of both color and useful stuff, like dishes and glassware -- my very favorite kind of useful stuff!
It's a really good thing I don't have one of these stores anywhere close to Wimberley, 'cause the only thing that kept me from getting into serious trouble here? Knowing what a pain it would be to haul ceramics or glassware home on the plane!
Fishs Eddy was just chock full of both color and useful stuff, like dishes and glassware -- my very favorite kind of useful stuff!
OK, these glove molds probably aren't all that useful, but they get bonus points for color! |
Sunday, October 23, 2011
NEW YORK: DAY TWO
Wednesday was our rainy day, and for once I managed to stay in bed as late as John, so we went in search of breakfast together. John was drawn, as if by magnet, to the huge chocolate-dipped croissants in the window of a bistro-like cafe called Ben Ash. I had a pretty good bagel and some hot chocolate, while John enjoyed a beautiful fruit and yogurt plate with the aforementioned croissant. Only hitch? With tax and tip, this breakfast cost us right at 50 bucks!
After a bit of exploring, we met up with young Kevin -- our son's best friend since first grade in Indonesia.
Kevin's a writer by night, editor for an NBC blog called Dvice by day, and has lived in NY for about four years now, so he led us down into the subway, and whisked us away from the midtown area for a bit of an adventure. Destination? Ippudo -- a Japanese ramen brasserie, not too far from Union Square. Oh, my my!
Poor Kev had to go back to work afterwards, but not us! Union Square is a great area to explore, even on a cold, drizzly day. There's the farmers' market...
and Max Brenner, "chocolates from the bald guy"...
The chocolate syringe, for the serious chocoholic! |
We finished off the evening with a late night snack at Angelo's Pizza, right next to David Letterman's theatre, again thinking this had to have been the best day of our vacation. Again, we were wrong!
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