Slow Starts, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:07am
How are you doing? How are you feeling? Do you have any great summer plans?
In brief, I’m helping my daughter plan and pull together her wedding, calling my elected representatives weekly, and attending a protest once a month. Next one, No Kings, is scheduled for the day of Trump’s Soviet-style birthday parade–June 14th. My roses are blooming, the hellebores have come and gone, I’m waiting for more butterflies. I’m really truly learning Spanish, bit by bit, and for the most part getting done what needs doing in time.
In truth, and less briefly, I feel a little rusty writing here. So much of what I think about now is either secret until September (wedding date), done better by others (Heather Cox Richardson), or quiet and personal about being, well, a person. But I’m slowly reinhabiting my typing fingers, so you can perhaps bear with me. If there’s anything you might be interested in reading, please let me know.
And I’ll ask again, how are you? How is your morning, if it’s morning there? What are you finding to be important right now?
Have a wonderful weekend.
Hello, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:50am
Hello! The celebration in Houston was lovely. I got to spend time with dear college roommates. And the party was a sort of Texas magic–outside
Two Developing Trends And One Long-Established Tradition, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:41am
Hi all. I’ve always taken months off posting here and here, to stay gleeful in the process. It’s hard to do now with so much
On Changing One’s Mind, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:05am
I don’t know when exactly I decided that government was “inefficient.” Prior to 1978 I had no political opinions, really, more like an emotional characterization
Do I Need A New Dress, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:23am
Quick Question Do I need a new dress? Context. I’m heading to Houston at the end of the month, to a party thrown by a
Yesterday I Walked To The Dentist, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:41am
Sturdy Gal Reverie On Tuesday I walked to the place where I do peer grief counseling. Then I walked home. Wednesday I walked to my
Shoes For The Less-Traditional Mother-of-the-Bride, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:29am
Recreation It’s taking me a hot minute to find shoes for my mother-of-the-bride outfit. As I’m not posting images of the dress until the wedding
Stories For Us And Truths For Those Who Don’t Know Them, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:40am
So let’s first enjoy something for all who need escape, a balm, and some peace, and then we can hunker down with additional thoughts for those who (this week) have stomach, capacity, and intent for the task before us. You choose what you want or need. Balm Two TV shows to recommend. The first is a simple, old school, high energy with charismatic lead and supporting actors, shining example of a digital narrative you can’t wait to lose yourself in. The Pitt, in its first season on Max. Archetypal medical drama, done spectacularly well. And yes, that’s Noah Wyle from
Today’s Post Pending Approval By The Primary Stakeholder
In other words, the mother forgot to get approval of a wedding-type post last night, and it’s now pending on the surgeon’s availability to approve;). Hope to see you here soon. Or later. (It’s here now)
Joy In Tabletops, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:29am
I imagine that in this spectacular community more than one of you have children who’ve gotten married. Or have planned parties. Hint. My job for my daughter’s wedding is to sort out the centerpieces for dinner. I’m thinking you know from tabletops and you might tell me about any great ideas you’ve implemented or come across in your beautiful lives. Here’s what we’re thinking: The venue is right on the water, on a the outskirts of a working harbor, in a very quiet bay. So, neither beachy nor wild coastal cliffs, more like the Wianno Yacht club in the 1960s-but