I still haven’t written my last post about Italy.
You know how sometimes you are eating something so delicious, so far beyond delicious, that you want that last bite to last forever?
I have that regarding my last post about Italy. I know what it’s about. I just don’t want to write it because then the writing about my first trip to Italy will be over. Continue reading
In no time after my arrival at Mary’s house, her dining room table is thrown into chaos: books, projects, magazines, maps, electronics, and beach necessities gather there, ready for any direction we might take. Receipts pile up and rows of quarters are neatly arranged, ready for the parking meters. Because we both love good food, we spend a fair amount of time talking about what we’ll eat next. This way we can plan our daily excursions with one eye on sources of foodstuffs. Continue reading
When I was talking with Mary just before my trip to her house, she advised that I pack a parka. “We’ve had no summer,” she said. Just a steady series of chilly nights and cool gray days. She hoped I wouldn’t be too disappointed. Continue reading
It’s hard to believe it’s almost a year now since we went to Joshua Tree.
When I go to my friend Mary’s house for my annual visit, we often rent movies for our evenings. Both of us like to get up early and retire early, and we’re generally too lazy to go out after a long day of gardening, biking, hiking, beaching, shopping, and eating. (We try to cover all these bases every day, especially the eating.) Often Mary has a list of chores drawn up specially for my arrival, so those must be covered too. Last summer, lots of painting was involved.
