Leslie & Leigh: Rockin' the Roadshow

Yes, I admit it. I love the Antiques Roadshow. Just to be clear: I don't actually like antiques, or antiquing, or collecting antiques, or what have you. I am allergic to dust and mold, for god's sake. The idea of wandering around an antique mall, looking for silver teapots is my idea of hell on earth. But somehow, there's something compelling about other people's junk.

I can just see a "Best In Show" -esque mockumentary about an antiques appraisal show - hell, if I was a little more with it, I would write it myself!!! I love watching people bring their treasures to some convention center, hoping they will get told they've really been sitting on a fortune. I love looking at some object and thinking "That thing is completely hideous. I bet it's worth 2 bucks" only to find that this thing is really worth several thousand dollars. Shows how much I know. In a twisted kind of way, it is also kind of fun to watch the appraisers tell the expectant person that really, they totally got ripped off, and the vase they thought was ming was really made last Tuesday in Jersey. Really, this show provides an endless source of entertainment.

But truly, my favorite part of the roadshow are these guys:

Leigh and Leslie Keno - furiture appraisers extrordinaire. You KNOW if one of these guys shows up to poke and prod at your piece, you really ARE sitting on a fortune. They do not appraise just any pile of wood. Last night, the show was on from Houston (an old episode) and the very first piece was an old desk with all kinds of hidden compartments. The Keno present could barely contain himself while the lady rambled on about where they'd gotten it, etc. He jumped right in, gleefully whipping out drawers, examining hinges and hardware, touching the wood adoringly. I thought he was about to start dancing around, he was so delirious about this thing. They are known for pulling out drawers and pointing out wood grains and suchlike, and once, one of them ripped open the covering on a sofa. That was one for the books. They don't always appear, but like I said, when they do, the piece is usually worth a whole pile of cash.

Emmy Twaddle

I was not going to watch the Emmys. I pooh-poohed them. Oh, I pooh-poohed. But I like Conan and I actually like awards shows, so I was sucked in. Like a demented moth to a flame... You will notice most of these observations are more to do with the commercials....

Observations from the Emmys:

1. Loved the bit with Bob Newheart - can just see the Free Bob t-shirts now!
2. Does it bother anyone else that the show "Friday Night Lights" is on Tuesdays? Or is it just me?
3. Funny funny "My Name is Earl" writer, no-thanking people ("No thank you, Mr. McAdoo!") Note to self: watch My Name is Earl. If that guy writes it, it's good stuff.
4. Barry Manilow is officially on the Dead to Me List. He looks like an ALIEN. Was it really necessary for him to be there? Plus, he is a BIG JERK in real life. I have a story. He's a bigger diva than some divas I could name.
5. LOVE Jon Stewart. Want cable so can watch the Daily Show, the Colbert Report and Entourage. Sigh
6. For once, a clever way to introduce the accountants... vair funny. Conan is a great host.
7. There's a director named David Nutter. Love it. I might even "lurve" it.
8. George Hamilton's commercials (he knows about being toasted. hahahaa)
9. Hugh Laurie, why weren't you nominated? I officially LURVE you. "Poof! Cinq!"
10. Candace Bergen, what were you wearing??
11. New Target ads - "parlez-vous tar-jay?" And my oh so clever "voulez-vous tar-jay avec moi?"
12. No Emmy for Chris Meloni....
13. No Emmys for Hugh Laurie, House, or Grey's Anatomy. What gives?? See why I didn't want to watch?
14. "I LOST TO BARRY MANILOW!" - Steven Colbert.
15. But cheers for Helen Mirren, Kelly McDonald and my writing GOD Richard Curtis. Oh, how I lurve him.
16. 24 as best drama? Honey, I don't THINK so!

Better luck next year, I guess....

If the shoe fits...

Whoever said, "Money can't buy happiness" has clearly never shopped a good sale. I have been pining away this whole past week for a gorgeous pair of boots in the shoe shop on Church Street. I know, I can hear you saying "It's 90 degrees out, and she's looking at boots??" But, here's the really great thing - they were ON SALE. Monday I went and looked at them. Fingered them longingly. Walked around the store with the single display boot. But I convinced myself that I didn't need a(nother) pair of boots, I have a trip coming up next week (and could buy LOTS of great boots in NYC), and a diva "habit" to support, etc etc. Plus, they didn't exactly have my size. I've been buying 7 1/2 s lately, but that only really works for dressy shoes. I guess it depends on the shoe. Anyway, I convinced myself not to buy them and then spent the rest of the week thinking about them, planning outfits around them, etc. Not quite dreaming about them, but just about.

So then today, I decided to visit them. Try them on and see. If they didn't fit, well obviously, it wasn't meant to be. I'd waited too long and the ones in my real size weren't there anymore. I went in, and tried on the display 7 1/2 boot. Of course, I asked the guy for its mate. They fit fine.... I am not going to be spelunking in them, or taking long walks in them (like I'd do that anyway??) so they will be fine.

PLUS, and here's where the happiness bit comes in - originally they were priced at $119.95 and I got them for 36 bucks. Aside from the over-earnest sales guy (who insisted on calling me a "guest" - I just hate when stores do that) it's seriously like the happiest I've been in, oh, about two weeks.

The Return of the Working Stiff Dinner

Right when we graduated college and started in the Big, Scary World of Work, my friends and I started a weekly tradition of gathering for dinner and commiserating/bitching/etc about work. We called them the Working Stiff Dinners, and they are about to be reinstated! Since we are all now gainfully employed again (although I have been gainfully employed and then some lo these 5 years...) we are going to start the dinners again. It is always fun to reconnect and unwind with a drink and some friendly chatting...

SundaySundaySunday

Enjoying a lazy weekend. Yesterday, I just chilled out and read the new Meg Cabot (I mused to my mom as we browsed the shelves in the library that maybe, just maybe, I should read something intelligent for a change... but whatever. The book was called "Queen of Babble" and it was predictable, but fun. A beach read, had I but been near a beach. I finished the whole thing. I will read something deep and more meaningful later. Maybe in the winter?).

Today, I made up for the lazing about of last weekend, and resumed usual activity - the gym. Me and all the older male population of our village, feeling the burn in Morton Grove's "Club Fitness". I was by far the youngest person there. And certainly the youngest woman. Still, it's only 6 bucks per day to go, and it's got everything I need for a productive and energetic workout. Feel the burn, baby.

I decided to go to Archiver's and scrap today. I have these things I am making for my next trip to New York in a week or so, and I wanted to get them done today. It took me much longer than I originally thought it would. Once I had all my stuff spread out on the table in front of me, the task just seemed so huge and daunting. I packed up at around 3 (having been there since 11) and still had to run somewhere else for some more supplies. I finished what I wanted to get done, though, so that's something. I haven't done an actual large page in a very long time. I prefer doing cards, shorter time, and you can use the result right away. I have a ton and a half of stuff though, and many many ideas so as soon as i have a minute, I am going to get down to it. STILL undecided about going back there to work. I kind of LIKE having my weekends free. I have put off the decision making until after New York...

Had my iPod (the best purchase I ever made. seriously) with me at the gym and while I was working out. On my playlist today - a little U2, some Train, and my divas, Renee and Patti. When I am working out, I like a good beat. When I am working at the office, or being crafty, I let the iPod choose the music. It's like it knows me...

Ain't No Sunshine...

Yuck. What a horrible day here. It's all rainy and dark and humid. Was it only a week ago tonight (a week ago at this very time) that we were meeting up in giddy anticipation and sharing our picnic?? Well, I am glad we had beautiful weather last weekend, no rain on our picnic (what would we have done? Eaten in the car? Elbowed aside the old, North Shore types for space in the cafe?)

I left off before on Sunday.... so let's see... I thought really hard Sunday morning about following the usual Sunday routine. This involves going to the gym, feeling the burn, etc. I didn't do that. I got up at the usual time and checked email instead. Funnily enough, Patti happened to be on CBS Sunday Morning - it was as if they knew! I couldn't just leave and go work out - what if I missed her? The rest of the day followed that kind of aimless pattern. I hung around and did not a whole lot of anything. Still basking in the glow, in the happy bubble, etc etc. Made myself leave at around 4:30. Still got there ridiculously early, but whatever. We all gathered, in our spot, for our final picnic. Got to meet Ravinia Bob, and Gator, and Jamie and Billyboy, and had a really lovely time. It's really nice to be able to talk about music and theater, and Patti, and Bernadette, and Renee, any other diva you can think of with people who just get it. It happens so rarely for me, so it was really a treat. I've got a lot to learn, but fortunately, I am learning it from the masters.

Show time. I was in a box (oooohhhhhh) but really, nothing could top our seats Saturday night. I settled in the box, on the lookout for Someone With Fabulous Hair (AKA our Governor) who was rumored to be in the audience that night. Didn't see him. Took the seat in the box closest to the left aisle, so I could watch Patti's first entrance.

Some highlights:
- The first entrance. I'd been there all three nights, and I was still kind of like "oh! there she is!" when she entered. all of a sudden, she just kind of materialized and made her entrance. got me every time i heard her yell, "Sing out, Louise!"
-The thing with the plaque before "Some People." It was crooked, and she tried to fix it. Fell again the second she moved away. She stopped, glared briefly at it and ripped it off the wall, all without missing a beat in the scene. Also loved the "Gooodbyyyeee to Blueberry Piiiieeee!"
-Weird people in front of me one of whom was listening to headphones the whole first part of the first act. And his wife who never applauded. Okay then, if you're not gonna enjoy yourselves, at least trade seats with me... they had the front part of the box.
-People in nearby box who were talking about Wicked. Honestly, what's the fascination??
-Everything's Coming Up Roses.....

Intermission - successfully made the dash to the restroom all 3 nights. For that, there needs to be some kind of prize. Also, was able to move to another box and be with Noah and Sarah. Kari was a row ahead of us, so we were together. Perfection, better seats than I'd had before, right in the center.

It occurred to me, sometime in the second act, that this was the best, most perfect night I've had in a long long time. It all came together. On a beautiful, calm, cool, clear night, I sat, sharing this great moment with these good friends, with a truly remarkable star on stage singing a role that fit her like one of Gypsy's gloves.

UPDATE (Sunday)
Right, so as per above, I was sitting there, perfectly happy and content. A week ago RIGHT NOW. I think it's funny that this has had such an impact on me, that I am sitting here a week later... and I was just in the audience. I can't imagine having to get all the way into a role like this in such a short time and then have to jump back into something else. Patti's mental universe must be a fun place to be, sometimes...

Anyway. Post show, we headed over to the stage gate to Wait for the Diva. And we did not wait in vain. Despite the fact that she was on her way to the cast party, she did emerge and sign autographs and stuff. It was the perfect end to a lovely evening. Being me, I couldn't string two sentences together in Her presence (I think I managed "Thank you, Patti." But who really knows?)

SIDEBAR
Before I conclude this - I would just like to ask - Where the hell was I before this? Why did it take me so long to find Patti, huh?? This was her sixth time at Ravinia (I think?). I missed so much. Why didn't anyone TELL me? Would I have listened? Maybe I just wasn't ready. Who knows, but I'm bitter. I suppose it is better to have loved late than never to have loved at all, right?????

Sorry about the venting - but honestly. I could just shoot myself when I think I missed Sweeney, and A Little Night Music, and Passion, and Anyone Can Whistle, and Coulda Shoulda Woulda, and Sunday in the Park.... If there's anybody else I need to know about, can someone just please tell me?? I promise I will listen to you.

Anyway. It was a beautiful weekend, and I am still basking in its afterglow, a full week later. It was lots of fun to see everybody, meet new friends, and just enjoy the moments. This summer's been full of ups and downs for me - but these past few weeks at Ravinia have been absolute highs. Thanks to everyone who shared them with me.

Pattipalooza - The Weekend that Was

Would anybody believe I've been rendered speechless? Certainly not the people I work with - thanks to several very public (ahem!) announcements about my weekend plans - everyone in the office knew what I was doing. Because of this high-level office teasing, they've all been asking me what it was like to see Gypsy (all those times) and about The Patti. What am I going to do, not tell them? (Although one of my colleagues didn't know Evita. She said "You mean that thing with Madonna?" NO! NO! NO!) Especially not my colleague Karen, who has had to put up with all manner of diva gushing at lunch time (first Renee and now Patti... I really should buy that woman some chocolate). And absolutely not my immediate family and friends, whom I dragged out with me Monday night (because I couldn't bear to be alone!) and get the blow-by-blow of the weekends events. In great detail. I bet they were WISHING I'd been rendered speechless...

But when the time came to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as it were) I found myself unable to articulate the way I was feeling. My thoughts are still unorganized, the music swirls in my head, all sung in that unmistakeable voice. I've been living in a happy, Patti filled bubble these past few days. My head and heart are full and content. I don't know what else I can say that has not already been said, or how I could say it any better. But I am gonna try.

What, I wondered, will I do with my evenings now that I don't have to think about getting into the car, driving up to Ravinia, finding a good place to park, plan a picnic dinner, find my "peeps" and get ready to enjoy the show? What will I blog, if I don't have to think of a quote to stick up, along with a weather watch?? Well, I will tell you what I've been doing with my evenings - watching rubbish on television, that's what. Yesterday I found myself staring, oddly hypnotized by "So You Think You Can Dance" Clearly, it's time to burst the bubble.

Some impressions of the weekend:

FRIDAY
Let the games begin. I just remember feeling anxious excitement. The kind of excitement I had as a kid when I was waiting for Christmas. The blog countdown reminded me of eagerly opening advent calendar windows --- oooh, new idea for next year's show! An advent-style chocolate countdown calendar! LOVE IT! (or LOVETT....) Is it horribly inappropriate to celebrate the coming of The Patti in the same way as one celebrates the coming of Baby Jesus?? Historians will argue...So that was the excitement. The anxiety comes because I take my divas very seriously and I was anxious for the performance. I wanted all to go well, and for our Diva to do well, too. At any rate, I was bouncing off the walls before I had my coffee, and to just make it more lively, I had my coffee too! So I was lots of fun. Not very productive, mind you, but lots of fun, at the office that day.

Pleased to report - gorgeous weather, good parking spot in the Ravinia lot, safe arrival of Noah and Sarah, beautiful picnic.

Performance details - seats were row R left side. I was next to an older gentleman, on his own, who was friendly and chatty and not in a creepy way (he told a funny story about being on an elevator and having somebody whip out their cell phone and announce to their loved one that they'd just passed the 7th floor and would be home soon.)

Let me first say. Seeing Patti, like seeing Renee, is enough in and of itself to make me excited. They don't even have to sing, I would be happy just having either of them stand there. Sing the phone book. Recite poetry. Do a dance. Whatever. I am just pleased to be in their presence. The second Patti made her first entrance - marching down the left aisle, saying "Sing out, Louise!" I knew I was gonna be happy. However comma, Friday night was not her best night of the three. The singing was hesitant and she was just not "on" - and I have seen her BE "on" and I was waiting for her to unleash that ferocity. I think it got stronger - the second act saw her on more solid footing, IMO, and I thought she owned "Rose's Turn." We left the park that night feeling a little underwhelmed (can you ever just be 'whelmed?' I think you can in Europe...) but optimistic. tomorrow was another day....

SATURDAY
After a little bit of ticket adventure and an early morning jaunt to the Ravinia box office to do an exchange and an upgrade (ROW D!) I was off downtown to do a little riverside sightseeing with the gang. Then we had a cheese pizza Heidi would have been proud of (The thick Giordano's crust was definitely not much more than a vehicle for about 10 pounds of cheese) before heading back to Ravinia for night 2. Being me I stressed because of the traffic, but I needn't have worried. I got there, parked, and found Beth. The stage was set for another great evening.
The seats were FABULOUS. To think I'd almost let those jokers talk me into taking a Row Q seat. Hello?? Row D on the left. PERFECT. Thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I love being able to SEE stuff. Especially when it's The Patti on the stage. Luckily for all of us, they sent the Patti imposter who'd shown up the night before home packing. The REAL Patti LuPone was in da house Saturday night, and the second she started singing "Some People" I knew she was back in business. (YESS!) More highligts - for me, the sound of her voice singing "Goodbyyyeee to Blueberry Piiiiieeee!" her stage mothering during one of the acts (gosh, she's funny), her "everything's coming up roses" there were so many moments during it i keep replaying in my mind. AND I could swear she looked right at me at one point during Rose's Turn when she was on our side of the stage... Chills. This is probably because she'd blown the roof off - kicked it's butt all the way to the lake and stood on the shore and laughed manaically as it hollered "help." We went, post show, down to the stage gate to see what we could see. On duty was the Cranky Security Guy who had shown no mercy the previous weekend at Renee's concert. He really is like a bouncer, that must be why he got the job, maybe. Eventually Patti came and talked to the adoring mass. She stood inside the gate and talked a little bit (Sarah's got a great little clip on her blog. You know what I am like with the linking. Go to the link on the side and listen to it. Some fool asks her if she saw Wicked. Um... No, honey.) And then she was gone again. It was with happiness (for all) and a little bit of soreness (for my poor friend Beth) that we left the park again.

Sunday - The Grand Finale - Coming Soon...

Tonight, tonight....

"Curtain up. Light the Lights."

It is 6:15 am, and I am already eagerly anticipating the evening ahead. Bouncing off the walls and I haven't even had my coffee yet (!). Lord help us all. Wonder how much productive work I will be able to get done today?

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya, tomorrow!

One Day to Go!

"Wherever I go I know she goesWherever I go I know he goesNo fists No fights No feuds And no egosAmigos! Together!"

Countdown Day 2

2 days away! 2 days away!

"Let me entertain you! Let me make you smile..."

Did I mention? 2 days away!

Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda, Gonna...

List of things I need to be doing, but have been putting off/ignoring/backburnering/whatevering....

1. Registration for Fall Semester. I need to get to work on this thesis project... I will, I will, I will!!

2. Going back to Archiver's. *Sigh* It seems like not too long ago when I was working two jobs, going to school and interning. I'd go to work, go to class, work in the evening, work on the weekends... Since I interned at Lyric (the Land of Magical Happiness - I am convinced nothing bad can happen at the Civic Opera House. I love that place.) I left the Big A, because I thought (rightly) that working 2 jobs, class and the internship would make my head explode. I keep saying I'll go back, but honestly? I like coming home after my long day at work, and having my evenings to unwind. I like having time on the weekends to see my friends, or do whatever. Nothing at all, if I want. Do I really want to spend my free time working retail? Is the only motivation the extra money and considerable discount? So I keep saying I will work it out after Gypsy... I guess we will see...

Those are the big two.... There are things I'd LIKE to do, that I just can't find time to. Or, like, it seems a good idea at the time, but then I get home and want to start, but I just can't get motivated...

3. Knitting. I tried and I just couldn't do it. It annoys me no end that I can't do it. I just don't have the patience. Despite the fact that I got that book called "Stitch and Bitch" - can't do it. I am a lefty and I can't even do a row. Very very very upsetting. But then I read Emily's Musings and just really want to try. I won't come as near brilliant as she is, but maybe I could make a lovely muffler or two... The Stitch and Bitch book has a sequel - "The Happy Hooker" about crocheting. I suppose I could also try and teach myself to crochet. But then I just know I'd start making things that nobody wants (crochet mousepads! crochet hats! crochet toilet paper covers!) and people would mock me, not like they don't already...

4. Going to The Gym More than Once A Week. I used to go every single day. That's right. Every day, when I was at Loyola. I'd go and stair master for a good 30 minutes before dinner. Now I go on Sunday mornings. That's it. I need more exercise. I need to suck it up and start a new routine. 21 days to become a habit, quoth Steven Covey....

5. Scrapping. I've got all this stuff. So much paper. And, of course, when I sit down to do a project, none of it is exactly right, so I go off and buy more stuff. The Curse of the Big A. Working around too much temptation and the "I can use that for something" school of buying supplies. Partnered with someone who believes firmly in the power of retail therapy is a dangerous combination indeed. In addition to all my supplies, I've got pictures and stuff to scrap. Just can't sit down to get it done. Plus, there's a lot of pressure from coworkers and magazines.... to be creative... I feel like my layouts aren't up to par with those. I know, it's only me who is going to be looking at those...

This suddenly turned into summer resolutions, or something. I guess I will see how good I am about actually getting any of these done... Y'all will be the first to know....

An Event - with a Capital E!

From Reuters:

LuPone takes a brief break from "Sweeney"Tue Aug 8, 2006 2:16 AM ET
By Robert Osborne
NEW YORK (Hollywood Reporter) - Patti LuPone is briefly out of Broadway's stunning "Sweeney Todd," but playgoers at the Eugene O'Neill are in good hands.
The juicy role of Mrs. Lovett is being played this week by Tony winner -- and this year's Tony nominee for "Souvenir" -- Judy Kaye, who'll be holding forth with Michael Cerveris through Sunday's performance.

LuPone will be back August 15. At the moment, she's in Chicago prepping for the August 11-13 staging of the Sondheim-Styne-Laurents musical "Gypsy" at the Ravinia Festival with a cast that includes Jack Willis as Herbie, Leo Ash Evens as Tulsa and Jessica Boevers in the title role. Lonny Price directs; the esteemed Paul Gemignani will be there, conducting the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. LuPone as Mama Rose? As exhausting as it sounds, it also promises to be an event with a capital E, a magic mix of performer and role.

When she returns to "Sweeney," LuPone will have just three more weeks of baking meat pies on Broadway. "Sweeney," as previously announced, ends its run September 3, having played 349 performances and 35 previews.

Countdown Day 3

"You'll be swell! You'll be great!
Gonna have the whole world on a plate!
Starting here, starting now, honey,
everything's coming up roses!!"

Countdown Day 4

"....I'd get all these hair ribbons out of my hair,
and once and for all, I'd get momma out, too!"


Weather report...
In the 80s and looks like it will stay that way!

Time to Scrap!

Nothing like a lazy Sunday afternoon to do some crafting. It has been a while since I've done any actual scrapbooking (like on 12x12 pages, in one of several books, full of pages that are mostly - but not quite - done. There is always something to add, journaling, or little touches.). I went through my scrap stash the other day, and geez, do I have a lot of stuff. I've started getting things strictly on a project-by-project basis. What?!? Buying things I will actually USE instead of going "ooooh, this is pretty. i can use this for... something...")? Amazing.

Anyway. The creative juices were flowing - actually since Friday, when I did some cards. I always make something to give to Renee when I see her, and so I did something for her... Why is it that I always have these great ideas in my head that don't turn out AT ALL when I actually try to do them?? And, being a lefty, I can't cut to save my life. Even with a paper trimmer. No wonder one of my favorite techniques is tearing. Nobody cares then if your edges aren't straight. I finished the ST cast explosion book (better get it to them fast, before the show closes...) and am working on some surprises... It's fun though, to have nothing else to do but be crafty. I don't have a lot of space to work in, here in my room, so I spread out on every available surface, so usually the place looks like it took a direct hit. Still, tomorrow it is back to reality, and WORK, bills, and talking to the insurance company (EEEK!). Nice to spend a day just being creative.

Countdown - Day 5

"Extra! Extra!
Hey look at the headline -
Historical news is being made!
Extra! Extra!
They're drawing a red line around the biggest scoop of the decade!
Pre-senting! In per-son! That 5'2" bundle of Dynamite...."

Go to www.suntimes.com - story about The Patti's Mama Rose. If you can grab a physical copy of the paper, it's on page 15D. The Chicago Tribune, sadly, has joined the list of Things That Are Dead to Me, as they have no Gypsy coverage this weekend at all. You've got another week, Tribune, to get back into my good graces, and off the Dead List.

Countdown - Day 6

"Bright lights! White lights!
Where the neons glow!
My bag is packed, I've got my act,
So all aboard, come on, let's go!"

Renee!

I haven't seen Renee since April, and am going through serious withdrawal. I am excited that my first outing to Ravinia this summer will be to see My Favorite Soprano. The weather has gotten a little better. I mean, 80s aren't a bed of roses by any stretch, but I will take them over sweltering, sultry 100s. Nobody likes a sweaty audience. Nobody likes to BE a sweaty audience, but Renee is worth it. I really have braved all kinds of elements for her. Heat, snow storms... I'm like the postal service, in the form of an opera fan.

Gypsy Quote O' The Day

Day 7
"Gosh it's 'mooosic' to my ears! She's so 'mooosical'!"


Weather Report
Sun Times Weather Word: "No Sweat!" In the 80s today, and tomorrow for Renee's concert. Not great, but I will take it. Hoping it will stay that way thru next weekend!

Gypsy Quote

Day 8
"Oh no, you won't.
No, not a chance.
No arguments,
shut up and dance."

- You'll Never Get Away From Me

Weather Report:
Sun Times Weather word: "Brrr..." our high today? In the 70s!

Gypsy Quote of the Day

Day 9

"Little fish, little fish
Do you think I'll get my wish?"


And, of course, the weather... still in the 90s. Feels like 100. Someone (you know who you are!) please send me some rain!

Some Gypsy and Some Weather

Gypsy Quote (Day 10)
"Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll, tell me any little thing.
Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce, have a cookie, have a few!
What's the matter, Mr. G? Have another pot of tea!
Mr. Goldstone, I love you!"


Weather report: 97 degrees in the MG, with a "feels like" temperature of over 100! The Sun Times (www.suntimes.com) weather word for today is "Suffocating" Hoping for "vicious storms" tomorrow and Thursday...