And now, I must shower and get dressed so that I may usher then work concessions at the Washington Center for the Performing Arts.Be back later!
Good night, all.
I did it. I had to. I topped the pie with a chocolate ganache.
She was constantly staying near the fish market and watching people come to buy fish. She took a leaf that fell from the tree and came to the owner. On the first day, surprised, he took her "money" and gave her a fish. From that day on, every morning she comes with a leaf to "buy" fish.
This is "The Little Church around the Corner" at 29th Street between Fifth & Madison Avenue. I attended something there in the 1980s, maybe a rehearsal. It's so beautiful.
I love this!
My downstairs neighbor, Zen, has died. He was about 80, a feisty, independent Filipino man, with whom I was friends. Many years ago I fell on the stairs and not only sprained my ankle, but bruised my left leg all the way to my knee. I couldn’t get up or down the stairs for two months. It was Zen who brought me my mail every day and even did my laundry for two months. (He refused to fold it; he left that to me.) He didn’t drive, so I would do little errands for him at times and, as he grew frail I’d try to keep an eye on him.
Does anyone still wear a kumquat?
