Revelry Reverie

Last night we watched The Last Waltz (again), and it was as good as I remember. Just imagine! Early Scorsese, cut like a Wes Anderson film, on-camera re-takes, unapologetic title typeface, everybody with ill-advised beards, everything drenched in a bloody sort of red – oh, friends, it is glory itself. We realized, as we watched The…

Henry told me he was ready for new Halloween (presumably we will soon have New newHalloween)

The big drift next to the house is at least up to my knees, the big icicle is taller than I am, and I will see you in spring.

I worked from Ellicottville Brewing Company this week; they were doing …something… to the …mash? Smelled delicious.

While I took a photo of my parents’ gorgeous tea tray detail from Pakistan, my daughter pinned down my son and farted on him. And laughed.

El Duderino got a haircut!

Since the babies could walk, I’ve had this overwhelming fear that they will fall down the stairs or off a high place (like the top of the slide) and something very bad will happen. It’s gotten increasingly worse, to where I’m almost out of my mind when they are standing near the stairs at all.…