Leslie, my San Francisco Hostess, has a pretty amazing view of the Golden Gate bridge from her porch. However, I tend to find the shiny things close by make better souvenir pictures. It was too chilly for morning coffee outdoors, but the kitty didn’t mind at all. Tune in tomorrow for more views of Leslie’s garden…
We have been walking through life together for quite a while, me and you. Forever, in fact. Or, all the “ever” either of us has known. I don’t look down and see your feet next to mine as often as I’d like, but I know they are there. We are just travelling on a wider sidewalk now. Don’t go too far without me, and make sure you give me a chance to catch up when you find something neat further down the path. I will be there right away.
I love you, hon. Xoxoxobren
Cas does not like his picture to be taken, but he would not break his concentration on the task at hand. You won’t know exactly what bones you have maniacally hacked out of the clay block from the Educational Toy Store, until you rinse off the clay residue, which task you must perform at the sink, in a sippy cup, lest you endanger The Carpet. At last, the tiny prizes are revealed – a skull, an intact vertebrae – all about the size of a mouse. Are they real bones, you ask? Well, real to Whom?
No Cracker Jack prize was ever this fun to excavate.
Water is an incredible lens. It allows you to see very clearly everything that isn’t really happening. Just like the sky doesn’t really change color as Earth rotates into morning or night, only the angle of reflection between light and water and dust and you, people in water only appear to melt and stretch and curdle to the very limits of their skeletons. Or maybe it is a true portrayal of how, immersed in joyful forgetting, self forms and reforms as freely as a cloud.
Anyway, I would like to play pictures at the pool some more. I learned alot.
Floating through the cloudless pool
on a skyblue day
heading nowhere
in the firmament
counting moments
stroke by stroke
made by each other
heavenly
pulling against the water,
resisting only
time.
Morning at the table begins with a silence as rare as stillness. Action figures are waiting, but alert. A few moments of grown up conversation distills our lives into whatever random snapshots we can squeeze into this brief pause. We speak softly, keeping our breakfast secret as long as we can. First, there will be bacon. After bacon, the day’s work commences. But first, there will be bacon.
My sister is a bombshell. She makes the Bart Station look fabtastic, right?
She is also very wise, as all her fans already know. She told me that doing things that support my creativity will give me more confidence, and new, unexpected opportunities. She is right. I am so lucky to have someone in my life who makes me feel happy and loved when they are right.
You thought this episode would have more pictures of cute little boys, didn’t you? More next week…so stay tuned for another season of….The Situation!
The young executives, spotted working from Starbuck’s, in collaboration with an eager partner. Fuelled by orange pop, chocolate croissants and an appetite for power.
Today Starbuck’s, tomorrow Camp AAA!
“There is more heaven in a swimming pool than is dreamt of in all your philosophies, Horatio.”
It’s the summertime delerium talking, I swear.
Before coffee, after digging for dinosaur bones, the Saky-Berkman boys use Sunday morning to catch up on world affairs. They are watching CNN.
I am totally kidding. We did not give them coffee.
what is beautiful remains 