My Blog Consultants

Yesterday a nice photographer and journalist from the New York Times were here to interview us for a piece that will run in October. The journalist is very much into my blog. She quotes from it!

So I adore her.

They wanted to photograph us outside with the animals, so we let Mark and Snoopy come down onto the front lawn. When the Times people left, it was still gorgeous out, and I thought I’d check my emails while enjoying the company of the horses. They were very interested in the computer and what I was typing, certain that it was about them.
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Summer’s Over

My son just left to go back to college, which is making me a little sad. Now, I’m glad I forced the family to pose for some photos this summer. Well, the family and Alice. Here’s one:
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(Blogger’s Note: This blog has been altered slightly. Original post had different family picture but Blogstress didn’t like the look of her neck. Also, offending poem has been removed for Bev)

How Happy We’ve Been (Despite August)

Well, our visit to Nantucket is almost over. We’ve had a wonderful time. The weather wasn’t perfect, but I was able to get a surprising amount of work done. Plus, plenty of beach time:
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Yes, that’s a sandwich attached to my shoulder. I like to have food attached to me at the beach. Saves me all that pesky digging around in the cooler.
We took some family photos, but of course the kids would rather not be on their mother’s stupid blog, so here’s one of me and D.
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I miss my animals though, terribly. Especially her – couldn’t we be sisters? I really think we look sort of alike:
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And I really miss him:
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Well, all these guys:
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Thanks for all the birthday wishes! And, in honor of our wedding anniversary, coming next week, this wonderful poem I found today:
I Married You
by Linda Pastan
I married you
for all the wrong reasons,
charmed by your
dangerous family history,
by the innocent muscles, bulging
like hidden weapons
under your shirt,
by your naive ties, the colors
of painted scraps of sunset.
I was charmed too
by your assumptions
about me: my serenity—
that mirror waiting to be cracked,
my flashy acrobatics with knives
in the kitchen.
How wrong we both were
about each other,
and how happy we have been.
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Sea and Sky

I blogged last summer about how much I love our rental home in Nantucket. You can read about it here, here, here, and here.

Well, we’re back and I can’t tell you how restorative it is to fall asleep to the gentle washing of the waves on the sand and awaken to foghorns and the cry of gulls. Today the water in the harbor is as still as glass. The sea and the sky are the exact same shade of pearly grey this morning and looking out my window is like looking out into a beautifully eerie world where colorful sailboats float in the air.

Book Signing, Traffic, West Side Street Smarts

If you’re not doing anything this Friday, July 31st, why not come to the fundraiser at the Hotchkiss Library in Sharon, CT, where I will be signing books?
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It won’t be just me (and I won’t be making this face, promise), many of your favorite authors will be there including Frank Delaney, Michael Korda, playwright David Rabe and Francine Du Plessix Grey. It starts at 6:00, the admission is $25.00 and that includes an open bar! And it’s for a great cause – a library!

Why I Suck

If you caught yesterday’s post you’ll know that I routinely embarrass myself in public and as promised, here’s another example.

First, I must explain that I often have a difficult time interacting with Denis’s fans. Denis spends a good deal of time in the city and meets and converses with his fans daily. I spend most of my time out here in our nice little town where people pretty much ignore us (well, they used to shoot holes in our mailbox with shotguns, but we got a PO Box and now they ignore us.) Anyway, when I’m out with Denis in the city, or when we’re traveling, I still get very excited when people recognize Denis. It’s just that we were together for years while he was trying to get work and become a successful actor/comic and now that he is, and people acknowledge that, it’s VERY exciting for me. And, like I said, I’m not around it as much as he is. I really just don’t know how to deal with the people we meet on the streets.

They Keep Clamoring For Food

I’m just not that into cooking. There, now I’ve said it. You can stop looking for my “Recipes” category. You won’t find one on this blog.

If you’re just starting a family, don’t make the mistake I did and prepare meals for everybody all the time, or they’ll come to expect them and if you don’t put the food out, they won’t know how to find it themselves. Like birds who have been fed out of a bird feeder for too long, they will become helpless and dependent. They will end up like Elsa, in Born Free, unable to live as they should … someplace else where they have to get their own damn dinner.

Boys

Ylenia just sent an uplifting report from Abruzzo. It’s posted in yesterday’s comments.

Yesterday, Denis’s mother, his two sisters and their families came to our house for Easter dinner. Denis’s mother Nora, about whom I plan to dedicate an entire blog page soon, is recovering from a knee replacement, which has barely slowed her down. She’s incredibly energetic and vivacious and really just had the surgery, but came bustling in with her cane, barely limping.

Ylenia, Jack, a Swing

Thank you Ylenia for posting an update in yesterday’s comments. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, it was posted this morning. More incredible details about the disaster.

Today is my son Jack’s birthday and I woke up feeling joy and a little bit of sadness. Joy that my wonderful son is nineteen and healthy and happy, and sad that he’s not with us, this year, as it’s his first year in college. I’ve sent him a few surprises. I miss him today and am posting a poem from A Child’s Garden of Verses, which was a book I read to him when he was a baby. Happy Birthday Jack!

Diesels are a Girl’s Best Friend

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If you watch sports on TV, you might have noticed my husband’s voice on the Ford truck commercials these past few months. To compensate him for his talent, Ford has given us (me) a brand new diesel F-350 pick-up truck! Last summer the brakes on our old truck (not a Ford) failed when I took our daughter (that’s her, above) and her friend and Mark and Snoopy to a horse show. Miraculously nobody was hurt, but I haven’t been able to trailer the horses anywhere since then.