A collection of things, both old and new,
sequins, stripes, and buttons too,
black&white images and technicolor, a few.
Trinkets, do-dads, the most of all quirkiest,
A Night at the Zoo
after
A Day at the Circus
Sunday, October 4, 2009
October is really a nice month, composed of Libras and Scorpios. The leaves begin to change in Georgia. Conference occurs, and is wonderful every session. Martha Stewart puts out a really good magazine issue. Children start to think about what they want to be for Halloween. Paris Fashion Week. There is a special aisle in the grocery store devoted to candy; it is cheap and it comes in bulk. I have been spending these early October days treating myself to pumpkin butter on everything. On ice cream, on pancakes, on toast, bagels, etc. And it seems completely justified because it is October. I think it is a good month.
This past Friday, in celebration of the new month and this ideal weather, I bought myself a ticket to the Savannah Philharmonic's performance of Verdi Requiem. It was held at the Cathedral of St. John the baptist. The entire performance was so majestically well-done that during a few moments I felt myself melting in the pew. And I may get in trouble for posting this, but I would do it, just an attempt to offer a hint of what I experienced Friday night...
ooh reba! this is so wonderful. i love fall so much. i can't wait to purchase a jar of pumpkin butter next time i go to market. i think i'll be purchasing an actual pumpkin this week too. maybe I will make homemade pumpkin butter!? maybe. i miss you here so much. i can't wait to see you again, and i hope it will be in paris!! actually i may be going this month with a family that i am nannying for. it isn't certain yet,but i hope it happens. hope all is well. xoxo
Haylie brought over some pumpkin butter in honor of you! We had a most wonderful breakfast filled with pumpkin deliciousness! Our faborite with Haylie's invention of pumpkin butter in fage yogurt....mmmm
I love your writing. I can hear your voice when I read it. Wonderful stuff. And I want some pumpkin butter. I have never seen such a thing, can you imagine?
I befriended two wonderful Russian girls one summer in Savannah. They would always make fish faces to greet me because my name meant "fish" in their native tongue. One weekend we drove to the Atlanta Aquarium to meet my mom. After our first fish gazing round we took a break in the cafe. They asked my mom her name. Her name is Moira. They both laughed and informed my mom and I that we are a family of fish, because "Moy-rah" is the pronunciation of a certain type of fish in Russia. I like to think that this little story is proof that I am actually a mermaid. With such a proof I am going through the long process of growing out my hair to mermaid length, but until then I'd prefer starfish; they would probably offer the most support.
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ooh reba! this is so wonderful. i love fall so much. i can't wait to purchase a jar of pumpkin butter next time i go to market. i think i'll be purchasing an actual pumpkin this week too. maybe I will make homemade pumpkin butter!? maybe. i miss you here so much. i can't wait to see you again, and i hope it will be in paris!! actually i may be going this month with a family that i am nannying for. it isn't certain yet,but i hope it happens. hope all is well.
xoxo
Haylie brought over some pumpkin butter in honor of you! We had a most wonderful breakfast filled with pumpkin deliciousness! Our faborite with Haylie's invention of pumpkin butter in fage yogurt....mmmm
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I love your writing. I can hear your voice when I read it.
Wonderful stuff.
And I want some pumpkin butter. I have never seen such a thing, can you imagine?
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