a clothing . . situation

i never usually make lenten sacrifices, but this year i've given up doing laundry.

a milk and cookie break

while running errands today, we happened to walk along commerce street, just off of seventh avenue. we passed milk and cookies cafe, and reminisced about eating there with one of k's ballet friends (and her sister and mother) from SAB. it's been probably four years since we've walked this block; that's how long ago it's been since we were there with them! well, i made a sharp right turn (we were walking west) into the store for old time's sake and we had some milk and cookies. i had white chocolate macadamia, c had double mint chocolate chip, and m had chocolate chip caramel. the only one i really liked was mine. i'm rawther particular about my cookies! but it was fun and the milk they serve is organic, which is nice. (you know, i feel dizzy when confronted with situations like this that illustrate how quickly time goes by.)

lullaby for uncle bill

here is c waiting for another music hour to begin. she played a lullaby today and dedicated it to uncle bill, since he is presently in the hospital. we all hope he's feeling better soon and can return home.

. . this moment

. . this moment . .

triangle shirtwaist factory fire memoriam 2010

we passed a filming of a memoriam for concetta prestifilippo who perished in the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. i'm not sure yet where one can view this film . . (it's an HBO documentary and you can view it's trailer here).

memories of my aunt

so when i was four my aunt and uncle moved to california with my cousin. how were we to see them? we certainly didn't have the money to fly all of us at once . . but my mom was resourceful and she planned and plotted and mapped and packed, and lo and behold there we were . . on the road . . driving to california. the first year we went was in 1967 and we stayed in motels the entire way. the second year we went we drove and we camped the entire way. i much preferred the camping. we stayed at yellowstone national park, custer state park, glacier national park, yosemite . . and several KOA kampsites in the middle of the trip which i did not like very much. this picture was taken in front of my aunt's house during the second cross-country trip in 1969. my mom must have taken this picture. my dad is squatting in front, my aunt is on the left, my sister is behind my dad, and my cousin is behind me. i could never keep up with my sister and my cousin . . they had eight and nine years on me . . so my pal was my aunt evie, and in california we were always cowboys.

stage managing

k has been stage managing antigone at lee arias studio on 43rd street. we went to see it this evening and thought that everyone had done a great job. it was an intense and honest and well understood production of the play. it was a more current translation which i had to get used to . . ! which i did . .

. . aequus nox

so here in nyc i believe the sun shone equally on both sides of the equator at 1:32 pm, EDT. however, this picture was taken thursday at 4:30 pm at south lake, montauk.

margaret evelyn lindberg

this is c with my aunt evie, taken when we saw the nutcracker together in december of 2005. my aunt passed away tuesday evening. she was my mom's older sister, and only surviving sibling. she lived in annapolis with her husband, not far from her daughter and son-in-law and grandson (who is currently studying in scotland). she was a second mom to me. i saw her probably every week up until i was four years old (she and my mom always did so much together) and often stayed with her if my mom had errands to run, or work to go to. it was then that she moved to california where i spent a fun and adventurous summer with her when i was eight years old (coming home with a suitcase of toys). and when i was eighteen, where was the only place i would even think about going to college? california of course. i lived with her and my uncle off and on for several summers and winters until i got my masters in theatre from UCSB. and then i came home again to my mom . . her love and spirit will always remain strong in our hearts, and she is finally free of the terrible pain that visited her these past few years, but we all feel incredibly sad not to have her with us on this earth anymore . . right now it's just a lost feeling, knowing that she's not there to visit with or call on the telephone.