Saturday, April 5, 2014

breakfast, tart, batik, Wes

* "I fed the dogs."
   "I fed the dogs."
   And I giggle periodically throughout the day. They thought nothing odd about    getting two breakfasts--did not even tell us.."Errr, guys you fed us already."

* The tartness, almost bitter, of icy cold lemon Italian soda.

* When the light begins to come through the upper six panes of my window the tree limbs create a batik against the light blue sky.

* The lights dim. We sit exposed to interminable, dreadful ads and reminders to turn off our cell phones...........then brilliance, clever dialogue, vibrant colors. Wes Anderson=ahhhhh!! 

reading: Victoria's Daughters by Jerrold M Packard
            The Girl From Foreign by Sadia Shepard

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