Last night I dreamt I was one of the Bush girls. Not the blonde one, of course. The brunette, Lauren? No, that’s the cousin. Barbara. That’s her. Anyway, I was the brown haired one. And I was getting in to it with George over the inauguration. See, my best friend was that terrible entertainment reporter …
“But that is so simple!” you say. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Because you, sir or madam, are not the winter sports prodigy that I have turned out to be. I say that not to imply that I have any kind of skill or promise as an athlete. No sir. Quite the opposite. Rather, …
For some time now, I’ve wanted a couple of llamas. Two, to be exact. I have names for them already: Dolly and Lo. Llama Lo means “Why not?” in Hebrew. And Dolly, well, if you don’t get why I want to name my llama Dolly, then I don’t even know you. I figure the llamas …
Now that we’re done roaming for a while, we’re back to our normal, sleeply life. Here are the Saturday highlights: 1. Ice skating for a few hours in the middle of the day. The ice is perfect, the best it’s been in years. The last two winters we had only a day or two of …
We got back from Italy last night. It took us about an hour to unload the car and find places to stow to the olives and biscotti and other treats we’d bought at a supermarket near the Austrian border. Even the drive home was amazing. We drove through Sudtirol, crossing the Dolomites. This part of …
If a local tells you that you must get up at half past five to drive for an hour so you can have a bath, your best course of action is to believe her. Our friend Sabine said we needed to be there at daybreak and repressing our skepticism, we believed her. It was in …