I pity the silkworm. He or she spins his little cocoon and settles in for a bit of a nap, not knowing that, oops, that’s it, it’s the big sleep, the permanent goodbye. The worm’s self made house is what gives you that elegant tie, that beautiful scarf, those gorgeous pajamas. And after visiting the …
It’s getting springy around here. I found a crocus in my backyard and asparagus is on sale in the supermarkets. I’m trying, in spite of the fact that I am a staunch non-gardener, to get some food and flowers planted out back. And the food, the food, the food, of spring is sunnier than that …
It’s about 930. I’m at the Starbuck’s on Madison, the one on the ground floor of the 1101 Madison building. I’ve stopped in to pick up a cup of coffee for my friend L. She’s up on the 10th floor stuck on an IV drip for many hours; I’d promised to visit and bring the …
This afternoon, I taught approximately 50 ukulele players how to swing “I Will Survive” on the uke. It was awesome. Everyone rocked. My work here is done. What worthwhile thing did you do with your Sunday? Photo: Angela, Me, Dan under the mirror ball at SUPA. Thanks, Lori! [tags]ukulele, I Will Survive[/tags]