She’s the blond to the right
of… uh… what’s his name.
I found the picture here.
… at the post-performance party
for Christmas in Washington,
National Building Museum,
last night.
… aren’t quite right,
but they’ll do.
He’s the first George Washington University student US Today interviewed who actually did vote in the last election. (Watch him here.) Turns out he’s a political communications major.
More importantly, he’s the genius in the basement of my building who responds to my recurrent internet-connectivity anxiety attacks with infinitely sweet, infinitely long-suffering, positively Buddha-like compassion. As I fail to answer even the very first simple query he poses to me, as I stare at him with the frightened blank eyes of a cornered mouse, he draws in a very deep breath, bats his eyelashes at me in a way that just manages to avoid expressing his incredulity, and asks me another, even more primitive question. One that I can answer! I am grateful to my computer guy, and I’m glad he voted.
La Kid, last night,
was somewhere
in that choir,
doing her bit to
steal the show.
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Here she is at the
reception after the
show, looking
impossibly elegant.
With Rachelle,
a fellow singer.
Wow. Something I’ve never seen before.
On a cold but extremely sunny day, a fox is currently sitting in complete relaxation (eyes vaguely scanning the birds at my feeder), steps from my deck. Like this. Just sunning itself, half asleep.
Snow and then sun,
snow again and then
sun again, on this
beautiful Friday
after Thanksgiving.
Taken just now on
UD‘s deck, her snow-
capped radishes
gleaming in the sun.
Replete is the word I find,
These days, most often in mind.
I sit down with family to eat.
There it is again: Replete.
… at the Garrett Park Farmer’s Market
this morning, round black Spanish radish.
Not as something to eat;
she knows nothing about
it as something to eat.
As something beautiful.
She bought six of them,
arranged them on a brown
plate with their turnipy
stems up, and put them
on the black table on her
wooden deck.
If the squirrels begin gnawing
them, fine. It’s all organic.
He was nominated one last time in 2013 for the special Christmas in Washington.
Ian Fraser, the music director with whom La Kid worked for nine years, has died.
A female downy woodpecker
was just now pecking at
my frozen-over birdbath.
Tiny bits of ice flew up
as it pecked. It made a
small hole and drank water
from it.
An interview with UD‘s cousin-in-law,
currently performing as
Alfred P. Doolittle.
UD‘s cousin is
in the same show, as
Mrs Pearce, the housekeeper.
… look, as you pick them off,
something like this.
And so it occurs to UD
that she’s got ‘found’ art
up there, something to put in
her outdoor containers as the
cold sets in.
With a fierce
mother deer and her fawns
watching her, UD pulls
twisted bits of wood off of the
still-shiny bark of the cherry.
She examines each gnarled piece,
and if it’s interesting, she trims it
a bit and arranges it with other
pieces in in her deep, black pots.
She wonders if they are grape vines.
She wonders if Martha Stewart
would approve.
Maybe she’ll string lights
along them.
… with yet another celebrity
UD is supposed to know about
but doesn’t.
