I am in here.
My husband loves his boiler. I’m sorry — you young folks don’t know that that’s what we old Midwestern chicks call our furnaces. (They work through steam — they boil water… Get it?) Alright, where was I? My husband loves his boiler. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t understand it. It doesn’t matter what instructions … Continue reading The saga of the boiler
I grew up surrounded, literally, by Western art. Not “Western” as opposed to “Asian,” I mean cowboys and Indians. The Old West. I swore that Frederic Remington and Charles Marion Russell were up there with Rembrandt. I still do, actually. So it’s this new art twist to the Ward Churchill saga that is more personal … Continue reading Michelle Malkin: ANOTHER BIZARRE TWIST IN THE WARD CHURCHILL SAGA
It’s official — just when winter’s about over, and I’m on a trip that’s proving to be enjoyable, I finally get a cold. After lunch today, at the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station, I headed back to the hotel instead of to the theater to see Dirty, Rotten Scoundrels. A good book, much hot … Continue reading Springtime cold
Single digit temperatures. My fellow maggidim in the class gather. I sit by the fire in the fireplace, warming up, having arrived, parked, unpacked and stowed everything that needed parking, unpacking, and/or stowing. They’ve installed a wireless network here since August. Oh joy of joys! I can blog by the fireplace. I hope this will … Continue reading Winter. Upstate NY.
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