Month: August 2007

Sunrise. This seems apt as we enter the season of new beginnings, fall. I linked to Catherine Newman’s back-to-school blog last year, and quoted her expression of this season’s “happy-sad feeling.” I am feeling that again now.
New beginnings, new patterns, new commitments and a sense of purpose. But also a sad goodbye to the freewheeling summer where all seems possible. Nothing to do here but try to embrace the good, because as we know the crank of time moves inexorably forward.
As Lacy said, appropriately, in a recent email: Onward.

‘I pretended to be somebody until I became that person. Or she became me. In the end, a woman turns into who she thinks she is, however large or small. It is the reason why certain people are prone to colds or catastrophe. And why others can dance on water.’

– ‘Talk of the Town – Hollywood Heroes have their Moment’ – Archiblad Leach

Fabulous quote from la meilleure du monde, Gloria Riviera.

magazines

One of my favorite stories is of a long, delayed flight from Chicago where I read six magazines. I believe they were: Vogue, US Weekly, BusinessWeek, Yoga Journal, Parenting, and Cooking Light. The person sitting next to me asked me, at the conclusion of the flight, if I suffered from multiple personality disorder.

I do read an awfully long list of magazines each month (a couple are weekly). I’ve never listed them. Here I go:

Cookie
Parenting
Food & Wine
Vogue
Parents
Redbook
Elle
Harpers Bazaar
W
Town & Country
BusinessWeek
Cooking Light
Fortune
The Economist
Self
Real Simple
Bon Appetit
Blueprint
Allure
Domino
Everyday Food
Boston
Body & Soul
Rachael Ray
US Weekly
Yoga Journal
Vanity Fair

This weekend felt like fall. The air had a different sense to it, and some of the trees are starting to be tinged with orange. It was an introspective weekend for me; maybe it’s turning 33 (argh!) or maybe it’s the slow turning of the seasons reminding me of time moving forward, maybe it’s just the moon or simply the chemistry that runs in my veins. Who knows. And we still have two great weeks ahead! But I started thinking about images and details of this summer:

  • Jack Rodgers, big and small
  • Grace in Lilly Pulitzer
  • Grace learning how to swim, and jumping fearlessly into the deep end
  • Whit also jumping into the deep end (he doesn’t know how to swim)
  • Collaring Taffy, the loud little corgi at Biege’s house (my great-godmother, who lives down the street and whose pool we swim in)
  • Rose on the rocks
  • Winnie the Pooh on DVD
  • Little pink crocs, even littler blue crocs
  • Popsicles dripping down naked tummies
  • BB&N camp, a wonderful, relaxed, sunny environment for city kids
  • Harry Potter
  • Baby boom (Courtney, Christina, Bouff – to name only three)
  • Driving a lot in the volvo
  • Whit’s madras shorts
  • Little mermaid swimming diapers on my little boy
  • Swordfish on the grill
  • Piles of sliced heirloom tomatoes with basil

33

What a treat to come home to this happy birthday poster last night – made by Grace and Whit with help from Anastasia (bonus photograph of my dear goddaughter Emma on the right). Had a great celebration last night with Whitney, Annie, Brooke, and Suzanne, and this morning had breakfast with my mother and my daughter – what’s more special than that?

Email from Daddy, which made me cry:

Linds:

It was 33 years ago that you arrived, and I left the hospital in the early morning to lecture about land use models at an executive education program at MIT. A fond memory.

And what a furrow you have carved!