I am in here.
I thought the blogosphere could do without me for a day or so… So we had lunch with our friend Albert and went to a show of Elizabeth Nourse‘s works. She was from Cincinnati, born just before the Civil War started. Impressionist, close friend of Mary Cassatt. She died in the early 1930’s, I think… … Continue reading Saturday
I’ve turned into a mother hen since Buck had his operation. It was such a small operation, but still, it came with its attendant pain, etc. We had a quiet day, with him messing with his papers all morning, and a movie this afternoon. We saw Red Eye — by Wes Craven, but with surprisingly … Continue reading Wednesday
… To blog in. I like, at least, to have the illusion that something is happening. So now I’m going to resort to Shakespeare, which for me is about as close as you can get to Torah without actually being Torah. You wouldn’t think, what with Shakespeare being dead and all, that his works would … Continue reading Too quiet of a day
Yesterday, London mayor Ken Livingstone personally (along with several news photographers) went to work via The Tube. Thus, according to reports, so did huge flocks of Regular Londoners — all forms of public transport working again, except for a few detours, etc., around the blocked tunnels, where I believe they’re still trying to dig out … Continue reading London, back to the usual
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