Okay, if there is anyone left out there to read this little message in a Berkeley Bottle, thank you very much for tuning in. I send you thousands of pitbull puppy kisses.
At any rate what I lost in the last 40 minutes (never to be seen again):
- various whining (never made it to dad's party due to idiot brother), etc.
-joy (confronting extended family Auntie-dom, The best Thai food ever, Spending time with Ms. Sarah, meeting Heather's boyfriend)
-bragging (damn, I have a lot of knitting projects. And an extraordinary, lovely husband.)
Recently spotted/snarfed down/sat on/wooofled at:
-A shiny giant silver fish van, two stories, with lights, carved sheet metal scales and gills and enormous fierce fangs. It was so intensely beautiful.
-Yogurt gelato from Gelato Milano on Shattuck. Oooooh. Not overly sweet, not a flavor easily defined.
-A large, sweet, stocky, fawn-spotted, ungelded pitbull who wriggled up to me at Cole's Coffee this morning, slobbered on my knees and cooed loudly when I rubbed his throat. How could one not be charmed?
-The Grand Lake Cinema: the very definition of a movie palace. Saw Pirates II there. People even dressed up for it.
-The World Cup! My Team won! May I please have that Italian Goal Keeper now?! Not be confused with this Buffon. Oh, it makes a girl positively dizzy.
-Reading "The Almond", by Nedjma. Oh,HothOtHot...Next, wanna read "Heat" by Bill Buford (a segway from sex to food to...
-Listening to Brenda Dayne, CraftLit, Good Food and Quirky Nomads (g'wan. say it. "quirky"). And the lovely Miette.
- Buying yarn and the occasional shiny thing. Not much else.
I am glad to be back. Over all, things are pretty good. How are you, my sweet?
Happy E.B. White's Birthday!