Friday, August 27, 2010
I am so happy to be writing this on such a glorious late summer morning! Rumor has it that 90+ degree weather is returning a day or so, but I'm pretending that's over and that I am standing on the precipice of summer looking straight at fall!
What a terrific week I've had. I always love when I get good quality time at home with my kiddos. Or when I can drag them around with me. Which I did a bit of, taking Sam along to my reading at Porter Square Books in Cambridge where I shared the podium with the fabulously talented Ru Freeman. It was great to see many old friends there, some of whom I haven't seen in quite a while, some of whom I don't see nearly enough, and some of whom I can't get enough of! (maybe many of them fall into that third category!)
Luckily Sam has his learner's permit and wants to drive anywhere, any time. So he also came to NYC with me, where I needed to do some research on Alexander Hamilton for my middle reader series (this will be Book Two; Clara Barton is Book One). Is it totally weird to have a crush on a guy whose been dead for two hundred years? Anyway, Sam and I managed to see the matinee of A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC with Bernadette Peters AND Elaine Stritch. I managed to snag a fourth row seat, while Sam did SRO in the back. (he was able to sit down after intermission, also in a pretty good seat)
Like seeing John Malkovitch in TRUE WEST; Dustin Hoffman in DEATH OF A SALESMAN; Raul Esparza and Norbert Leo Butz in just about anything; Patti Lapone in GYPSY...just to name a few...this was amazing , unforgettable, chills up the spine theater from start to finish. Sam and I saw the production in London, which in manyw ays was better. But with Peters and Stritch...indescribable musical theater experience.
Today I'm finally going to see TOY STORY 3. I'm maybe the last person on the planet to see it? But Annabelle and I have a date for lunch and then the movie.
For dinner tonight, pork chops on the grill, corn on the cob, Laurie Colwin's tomato pie.
Tomorrow night a dinner party in which Sam is making bacon ice cream for dessert. He's also whipping up some peach ice cream in case there are some non-carnivores, or if bacon ice cream is just way too weird...
I have already started getting a pit in my stomach, that place where grief resides and emerges during September, when back to school always slays me and Grace's birthday (she would be turning 14, as impossible as that seems) looms. I've already had too many crying jags, and strange dreams. I see it coming, that grief that takes hold of me sometimes and just won't budge. I've had some other private losses this year, and one of them was a shoulder to cry on. It's hard sometimes to believe that we can lose that, isn't it?
Alas, there are other shoulders all around me. They will get cried on a lot in the next month or so.
But for today, there is Annabelle and Sam, TOY STORY and tomato pie, a clear blue sky and the tips of leaves just starting to change color...
What a terrific week I've had. I always love when I get good quality time at home with my kiddos. Or when I can drag them around with me. Which I did a bit of, taking Sam along to my reading at Porter Square Books in Cambridge where I shared the podium with the fabulously talented Ru Freeman. It was great to see many old friends there, some of whom I haven't seen in quite a while, some of whom I don't see nearly enough, and some of whom I can't get enough of! (maybe many of them fall into that third category!)
Luckily Sam has his learner's permit and wants to drive anywhere, any time. So he also came to NYC with me, where I needed to do some research on Alexander Hamilton for my middle reader series (this will be Book Two; Clara Barton is Book One). Is it totally weird to have a crush on a guy whose been dead for two hundred years? Anyway, Sam and I managed to see the matinee of A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC with Bernadette Peters AND Elaine Stritch. I managed to snag a fourth row seat, while Sam did SRO in the back. (he was able to sit down after intermission, also in a pretty good seat)
Like seeing John Malkovitch in TRUE WEST; Dustin Hoffman in DEATH OF A SALESMAN; Raul Esparza and Norbert Leo Butz in just about anything; Patti Lapone in GYPSY...just to name a few...this was amazing , unforgettable, chills up the spine theater from start to finish. Sam and I saw the production in London, which in manyw ays was better. But with Peters and Stritch...indescribable musical theater experience.
Today I'm finally going to see TOY STORY 3. I'm maybe the last person on the planet to see it? But Annabelle and I have a date for lunch and then the movie.
For dinner tonight, pork chops on the grill, corn on the cob, Laurie Colwin's tomato pie.
Tomorrow night a dinner party in which Sam is making bacon ice cream for dessert. He's also whipping up some peach ice cream in case there are some non-carnivores, or if bacon ice cream is just way too weird...
I have already started getting a pit in my stomach, that place where grief resides and emerges during September, when back to school always slays me and Grace's birthday (she would be turning 14, as impossible as that seems) looms. I've already had too many crying jags, and strange dreams. I see it coming, that grief that takes hold of me sometimes and just won't budge. I've had some other private losses this year, and one of them was a shoulder to cry on. It's hard sometimes to believe that we can lose that, isn't it?
Alas, there are other shoulders all around me. They will get cried on a lot in the next month or so.
But for today, there is Annabelle and Sam, TOY STORY and tomato pie, a clear blue sky and the tips of leaves just starting to change color...