Tomorrow Is Another Day.


Tomorrow is another day.
With hair nearly down to my bum again, thought I could afford to fiddle (dee-dee). The bottom twoish inches have gone green.


Easy-peasy, darlin’.
Testing a few recipes for Easter as of late. Today’s contribution is dressed in green, of course. Roasted asparagus. Couldn’t be simpler. Here, with garlic and lemon, though I’m thinking prosciutto and orange zest will ultimately win out.


In other things green and full of blarney …
Wasn’t off to a rightly Irish start this morning what with a Spanish omelette for brunch, but dining with a “Shannon” in attendance counts for something. Also something- a new olive loveseat! My dad likens it to Camille’s settee. It keeps this rather large peace lily company, one of my favorite recent findings. And today’s? Picked up a slide whistle and now life’s 2.5 times more the comedic wonder.


Stars among the carbs.
Someone had a birthday sometime back. She was gifted a cake. She liked it. She doesn’t generally speak of herself in the third person. But, she’s begun, and now can’t seem to stop. ♦

Walks Away

vajohna: “Marina Abramović and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt their relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. At her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

How her face lights up when she looks up to see him sitting there. How she reaches out to him. How she hesitates when taking her hands off the table. How she crumbles when he gets up and walks away. ♦