Driving out of Los Alamos, we found the place that I had been seeking at the Las Conchas Trailhead in the Jemez Mountains. If I had been hiking alone, I would have started here, and wandered for days. We saw a rockclimber there, too. But it started to rain again, and all of the camping was too far in to haul…
I have to share something, since it not only turned into a running gag throughout the night but also prompted an increasingly rare brainstorming session for me today. We were visiting last night with our friends Kim and Stephen before going off to what turned out to be a late dinner (Atlanta Fish Market, I had sushi and a huge bowl of steamers). Ben was going to spend the night there (our children have been friends for almost their whole…
“The Jig of Life” by Kate Bush has been playing in my mind since I got up this morning. It has had an effect. I planted more lavendar, and golden thyme, and french thyme, and some patches of mondo grass, and a new annual called a chartreuse leafed lemon talinum (which has tiny little pink beads on its stalks that are supposed to erupt into tiny rose-pink flowers). Then, I got into water, namely our little pond. I mean I…
We promised Ben we’d go see Spiderman 3. Personally, I was pushing for the latest Shrek movie, especially after getting a tirade about violence and horribleness from another mom whose slightly younger kid wanted to leave Spiderman after about 15 minutes. Of course, they saw the IMAX version, and that’s probably a bit more intense. Granted, there is probably a bit too much marketing toward the kids for the level of of the movie, but hey, there’s a megaton of…
My neighbor Ron saved me. We were talking “over the fence” the other day and I mentioned that I’d been taken down by bad muscle spams in my back. It turns out that along the way of his medical training, he also picked up a chiropractor license. He said he’d stop by later. I was thinking he’d “crack my back” with an adjustment. Nope. He asked some questions, tested out my range of movement, and then brought out a strange…
Friday night we had some very special dinner guests, including my beloved friend “death of God” theologian Thomas J. J. Altizer. The other guests were Tom’s son John and his wife Sandy, and Professor Mikhail Epstein, a wonderfully interesting guy in his own right. I don’t often entertain guests. This was a big occasion for me, and preparation was intense. Like the post title says, I’m no Martha Stewart. I could really use a wife – that housecleaning gardener nanny…