I never quite got it until G. wrote "M I N E !" across my bum with a magic marker...
Delia
P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
he's going to give me a heart attack one day!
at least a couple of times a month I let out a blood-curdling-scream because he's sneaked-up on me when (and where...) I least expect it...
Delia
P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.
Delia
P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
what will I remember from blogging?
Seth & Jon (fellow "contrarians") may well be the only ones I'll remember (11th comment)
Delia
P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.
Delia
P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Huge Shaggy Dog: Black Russian terrier
something like this (never seen a dog like this before), leaning up against me all smiles...
Delia
P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.
Delia
P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
G.'s New Year resolution: round-up all my underware...
yes -- *mine*! and throw it away... ("it just gets in the way...") D.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
the few minutes outside of time
every so often G. comes down the hallway between our dens, hugs me around the back of my "office chair" and waits until I finish the sentence I was reading. Then I get up, switch off the light and we drop to the floor -- nothing naughty usually happens (just laying down there together and feeling as if outside of time...) D.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Palm Beach, again...
got a chance to take one of those solo trips again...(there have been a couple I haven't mentioned on this blog; I just love the place! I go anytime I get a chance)
I think I know why I like it so much -- it's as close to Europe-by-the Sea as I've seen in the US
Delia
P.S. The schnitzel at Cafe L'Europe took me back to Austria... (It's been five years or so since I was in Vienna last time); the apple strudel was not quite an accurate rendition (the pastry needs to have more volume and be baked to a golden brown and walnuts and breadcrumbs are supposed to go into the filling also, not just the apples...) but it was good nonetheless; fresh squeezed OJ and linzer tart at the Champs-Elysees French bakery not bad either...
P.P.S. Taverna Opa at CityPlace (in West Palm Beach) had a Romanian song at one point (as part of a belly dancing soundtrack) -- the waiter had told me that was Greek music, but I set him straight :)... I didn't know what I was supposed to do when an older guy came over to my table and asked me why I was sitting all by myself and how I should go join his group at the bar and have a drink at his expense... Nope! thank you... (I was quite happy in my solitude) D.
I think I know why I like it so much -- it's as close to Europe-by-the Sea as I've seen in the US
Delia
P.S. The schnitzel at Cafe L'Europe took me back to Austria... (It's been five years or so since I was in Vienna last time); the apple strudel was not quite an accurate rendition (the pastry needs to have more volume and be baked to a golden brown and walnuts and breadcrumbs are supposed to go into the filling also, not just the apples...) but it was good nonetheless; fresh squeezed OJ and linzer tart at the Champs-Elysees French bakery not bad either...
P.P.S. Taverna Opa at CityPlace (in West Palm Beach) had a Romanian song at one point (as part of a belly dancing soundtrack) -- the waiter had told me that was Greek music, but I set him straight :)... I didn't know what I was supposed to do when an older guy came over to my table and asked me why I was sitting all by myself and how I should go join his group at the bar and have a drink at his expense... Nope! thank you... (I was quite happy in my solitude) D.
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