Had an absolutely smashing time at Aaron and Regina Clock's dinner party. Their apartment is wonderful: an eat-in kitchen with a cooking island, walk-in closets, a "wet room", and a living room graced by a baby grand piano. Dinner was flawless: baked chicken with a wonderful savory seasoning, rice cooked to perfection and string beans (the long ( Read more... )

There was another photo dump on Crosby's Facebook page last week. Ordinarily, this would have been an occasion for much perusing and culling for spare body parts. The only problem was, in-between kanoodling, he and Innamorata apparently found time to pose for only one two photo(s) out of the approximately ninety-three (93!) that were taken over the ( Read more... )

I thought I could get through Intersection tonight without sobbing, but, I didn't count on the one Episcopal Church warhorse designed to get to me. It was #664 from the Hymnal and there is a line "thine oil anoints my head" which is, of course, a direct reference to either christening or The Last Rites, depending on how you interpret it. It came ( Read more... )

I was right about Crosby's trip to upstate New York. He gave as sharp and crisp an explication of Christianity as I have ever heard. But, afterward, he, Huggy and Innamorata would have made a formidable triad: http://johnwesley73.livejournal.com/499043.htmlRead more... )

Blogging a few hours ago made me sad and tired and very much wanting a nap before I'd even had a chance to eat lunch. At some point, close too the time I would wake up, I dreamed I was on the #7 train, only instead of visiting the nursing home, I was on my way to visit Crosby and Innamorata. When I reached the house or apartment (not clear which) ( Read more... )

Like I said, the trip down the hiking trail was much easier for me than the trip up. But, that wasn't true for everyone. The little Yorkshire terrier continued to have problems keeping up with its short little legs and, if anything, found the jumping downward pressure on its front legs even more painful. And, carrying it was just another five pound ( Read more... )

Kitchen was a success today, but, not necessarily because of Operation: Vivien Leigh. In fact, it got off to a rocky start when it became obvious at half past nine this morning that Huggy Bear would not be leading the Morning service. Herb was. Things went briskly enough once the service started - there were no hymns or homily - not even a Peace. ( Read more... )

I have been so out of the loop lately that I hadn't realized yesterday was the day St. Mike's celebrated its patron saint. I'm sure there were all sorts of things going on to mark the occasion that I missed at the morning service. As it was, there were a lot of references to angels in the chosen readings, all in deference to Michael, the Archangel ( Read more... )

I saw "Boyhood" yesterday after Kitchen. It is such a unique film experience that it allmost doesn't make sense reviewing it in the conventional sense. The fact is, there are very few other films it can be compared to. The conceit here - and, it really isn't a conceit - is that all the actors were filmed over the space of a twelve year period. In ( Read more... )

So, I went to Saturday Kitchen this morning and it was a very reassuring experience. Crosby and I worked side by side for the better part of an hour on the bread line. I have Marilyn to thank for it; she's very good at guessing what work assignment will please me the most. I like the bread line because it's trhe first food item on the line and you ( Read more... )