My fabulous niece Cat is now a college (or university, depending on where you live) graduate! You rock, girl! Sending you hugs and kisses, and more importantly, a graduation gift. I am beaming with auntly pride. ****** Things are looking up at work. It looks like I will be...
The Trust Fundies upstairs are moving out, to my relief. They are, as Gil from Gilmore Girls would say, “way deep in my bogus bag, and it’s Ziplocked shut.” Their dog attacked Rita the Wonder Dog twice, leaving her traumatized to the point that she flees from any dog...
This week’s B Movie B Girl feature was Tormented! (1960). A week before his wedding to Dull But Wealthy Meg, played by Lugene “They Don’t Name ‘Em Like That Outside of Oklahoma” Sanders (her claim to later fame was being the replacement Dull Good Daughter on TV’s Life of...
On the way to the park today: A limo pulled into the parking lot of the slaughterhouse. I figure the driver must have made a mistake, but apparently not, since it was still there when Rita & I came back from the park. Why? Or more importantly, why? Two...
March 24, 1991 Finally managed to make it to the Van Gogh Museum, which was wonderful, despite the long line to get in. It was strange to see paintings by others hung together with the Van Goghs. The Van Goghs were stunning – I was so glad I went....
Said the Lady of Suzy*. It’s a beautiful summer morning. Sunny, breezy, perfect. Rita and I are walking to the park, when, WHAM! It’s her Actual Owner. He says he wants to take her back. I am horrified and too surprised to be polite. To the point where he...
Faithful readers (or unfaithful ones with good memories and/or a tendency to the obsessive-compulsive) may remember that my luck with therapists has been universally bad. I actually did see another one after the last fiasco – long after! – but that was a fiasco of a different order. This...
This weekend’s feature presentation was none other than Swamp Women (1955), which marks Roger Corman’s directorial debut. All the signature Corman features were there: the liberal use of stock footage (a dismal Mardi Gras parade, very low on drunkenness and nakidity) and alligators (eek!) and rattlesnakes (ditto!); continuity errors...
A close friend from high school days had moved to Amsterdam a couple of years before. This was the first time I visited her there. March 22, 1991 It was worthwhile getting a window seat, because I got to see a lot of England – an impossible green divided...
I wish clothes did lie sometimes. In fact, I find the concept of complete honesty completely overrated. Imagine how great it would be if, while trying to stuff your ten pounds of glamour into the five pound bag of your formerly favorite jeans, they said, “You must have lost...
Note to Self: Do not, under any circumstances, leave bags of groceries on the kitchen floor and then go out again. You will regret it. I abandoned my freshly-purchased foodstuffs on the kitchen floor in order to amble another errand. Imagine my surprise when I came home to discover...
There was a knock at the door this morning. Rita started barking, like the good watch dog she is, explaining to the visitor that any evil deeds toward her girl would be rewarded with teeth and claws. Rita got to the door before I did, my heart pounding with...
March 19, 1991 Dropped Aunt Jeanne at the bus station. We went by Tube almost all the way to the Royal Academy – when we reached the platform at Victoria Station, it was so crowded that we decided to take the 38 bus instead (60 pence each)....
On my way home from the evening dog walk, I stop to chat with my neighbor, Patricia. She?s working on her garden, which is in full, early-summer bloom. Roses, poppies, and peonies are luxuriating in the last rays of the sun. Patricia?s dog is in the garden, too, and...
Last year, someone secretly planted flowers in my window boxes. I still don?t know if it was an overachieving gardener, someone who couldn?t stand the sight of the pathetic emptiness, or someone making a fairly grand poetic or romantic gesture, but I loved both the secret and the blooms....
I hope possession really is 9/10 of the law, because I still have Rita, and after a month of her undivided adorableness, I really don’t want to return her to her lawful owner. I haven’t heard a peep from him lately, so I’m hoping he feels too guilty to...
I’m pleased to announce that my birthday went according to plan. I’d give it an A. Its improvement since last year is truly remarkable. Birthday, you get an A for effort, too! There were cards & presents & emails & phone calls & Eggs Florentine & champagne. Also a...
Given the spate of bad birthdays lately, I decided it’s time to stem that tide. No Birthday Week – just a Birthday Weekend. Baby steps, my friends. Here’s the plan: Saturday: Sleep in. Walk Rita. Check mail for cards’n’presents. Mani-pedi. Possible nail art, but I’m leaning toward French toes...
March 17, 1991 Dad’s 60th Birthday! We picked up Aunt Jeanne at 12:15 pm and came back for lunch. We went to Richmond Park in the afternoon and saw some of the Queen’s deer. We had tea in a Georgian house in...