for Del

Tonight's blog post is dedicated to my good friend Del Thomas, who keeps me motivated to post, even when it is 11:30 at night and my brain is foggy from overuse l-- or perhaps underuse.  I told her earlier tonight that my ilfe is so boring that sometimes I can't find anything to say other than "this was one of the most boring Saturdays I have spent in years."  Perhaps if I were Montaigne, now hailed as the father of all bloggers in the NY Times I could get away with it.  But I can't get away with very much. This will be a post full of non-sequitors.

I once attended a workshop for artists sponsored by the NJ Council on the arts. It was a few years ago, but the thing that remains with me is this: artists should never do laundry during the day.  But when you have to stay up till midnight till the stuff comes out of the dryer so you can fold it while it is warm, that advice doesn't really go over very well.   Fifteen more minutes till I can fold the laundry.

Hooray that the senate repealed the Don't Ask/Don't Tell act.  Too long in coming, but thank goodness one step more toward equality in the sexual orientation department.  Now, all they need to do is pass the Dream Act and they can go on vacation.  Fingers x'd on that one.

I came across an envelope full of old photos from my mother's house today and there was an album of a cruise my parents took on the S.S. Nassau with two other couples in January 1960.  They were, in these pictures, the same age as my eldest child.  Good grief! 

Then I found this one in a different envelope: Little Rayna, 3 or 4 days old. 

Emma is 10 months old today - I will go see her tomorrow.

 Told you this was non-sequitor.  My final picture makes me almost as happy as  the one above. My new ice machine is much quieter than its predecessor and I can hardly make a dent in the mountains of ice it produces.  The cubes are lovely but I can't imagine where these colors are coming from.

  Midnight!! The laundry is done, and so am I.   G'night, Del.