After I missed out on the urns/meaning of life… I was CONSUMED by loss. I have not been so bereft since Mark Markson moved to Florida when I was fourteen. It was MEANT TO BE; and then I never saw him again. It would seem that all life’s crushing blows come in the same format. […]
Our previous owners had nothing short of a fetish, for intensely pigmented and blindingly obnoxious paint… Their criteria for choosing colors seemed to be the question: what will be most jarring? If you have not seen the before pictures of this house, they basically painted every room a different color. The orange in the addition […]
In the case of nuclear winter, Paul and I will be the ones looking suspiciously without scurvy. We grew a lot of kale this year. A LOT of kale. We are freezing it raw, violating the common practice of blanching… I invented my system, so there is absolutely no guarantee that it is a good […]
Paul was on vacation last week… a relaxing span of days spent dismantling and then rebuilding the back wall of the addition to put windows where we used to have a bathroom. If you’re new, you might want to see the kitchen the day we moved in, or get the full story of the (horrible) […]
So. We got another square grand piano. (Here is the first.) Somehow in my world, this is not really a big deal and what I’m actually writing about are the marble slabs that were also headed to the dump. But the piano is how we got there, so I guess requires some explanation.