Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
BOCCE!
Oggi, Steve e io abbiamo giocato la prima gioca di bocce sul nostro nuevo campo di bocce. Purtroppo per me, Steve ha vinto ma il campo e fantastico, una addizione ottima alla nostra casa in Maine. Stasera avremo un bicchiere de Prosecco per celebrare il nuevo campo. Salute!
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
One Night Only 2010
It is not yet the end of July but it's not too early to start planning for the fall. So...mark your calendars now for ONE NIGHT ONLY, the annual fall fundraiser for Women's Medical Fund.
I hope to see you there!
I hope to see you there!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
American History
Today in the NYTimes I read an interview with Woody Allen. Actually, it's pretty surprising that I read anything to do with Woody Allen since I've avoided his movies ever since he married his daughter and anyway the recent movies I've seen--reluctantly, I swear--of his have been pretty lame. (On the other hand, maybe I should be more tolerant since love does make people do some weird things.) Anyway I digress.
One line in the interview stuck out for me.
"...it's hard to beat sitting in bed or in a comfortable chair turning the pages of a book, putting it down, and eagerly awaiting the chance to get back to it."
That's just what I've been doing this past week with the truly massive (almost 800 pages) tome I've been reading, "The Empire of Liberty: A History of the Early Republic 1789-1815 by Gordon Wood. To me, reading a well written history book is as exciting as reading a great novel. And this book is exceedingly well written and I've been taking it up and putting it down with great pleasure. Plus I'm learning so much given the fact that I haven't studied American History since Yeadon High School and that was pretty long ago and pitifully basic. I mean a requirement of the curriculum was Pennsylvania History where you had to memorize each county in the state and its county seat. Please tell me how that would be useful in later life. It was taught by Mr. Lord, whose full time job was teaching shop and who definitely was not a master of political theory or prone to any nuance in his thinking.
One line in the interview stuck out for me.
"...it's hard to beat sitting in bed or in a comfortable chair turning the pages of a book, putting it down, and eagerly awaiting the chance to get back to it."
That's just what I've been doing this past week with the truly massive (almost 800 pages) tome I've been reading, "The Empire of Liberty: A History of the Early Republic 1789-1815 by Gordon Wood. To me, reading a well written history book is as exciting as reading a great novel. And this book is exceedingly well written and I've been taking it up and putting it down with great pleasure. Plus I'm learning so much given the fact that I haven't studied American History since Yeadon High School and that was pretty long ago and pitifully basic. I mean a requirement of the curriculum was Pennsylvania History where you had to memorize each county in the state and its county seat. Please tell me how that would be useful in later life. It was taught by Mr. Lord, whose full time job was teaching shop and who definitely was not a master of political theory or prone to any nuance in his thinking.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Marital Mythmaking
Every religion has its creation story. So does every marriage. Here's mine...
The first time I saw my husband he was climbing out of the lake onto the dock. He looked like a giant bear, water streaming off his body, the sunlight giving him a reddish glow. He had a full beard and thick curly hair, both absurdly blonde, almost white. From where I was sitting up on the deck, he looked happy and powerful as he toweled himself off. Of course, I hadn’t seen him swim—a childlike doggy paddle prefaced by an awkward jump into the water while holding his nose. As I later learned, he was afraid of the water, never went in above his head and then only a few yards away from the dock. Somehow, despite the later knowledge, it is that first image of him which has always stayed in my mind. He stands tall and confident like a champion swimmer ready to receive the gold medal.
What's yours?
The first time I saw my husband he was climbing out of the lake onto the dock. He looked like a giant bear, water streaming off his body, the sunlight giving him a reddish glow. He had a full beard and thick curly hair, both absurdly blonde, almost white. From where I was sitting up on the deck, he looked happy and powerful as he toweled himself off. Of course, I hadn’t seen him swim—a childlike doggy paddle prefaced by an awkward jump into the water while holding his nose. As I later learned, he was afraid of the water, never went in above his head and then only a few yards away from the dock. Somehow, despite the later knowledge, it is that first image of him which has always stayed in my mind. He stands tall and confident like a champion swimmer ready to receive the gold medal.
What's yours?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Action Alert
The outrage against women continues. Read it here.
Yet another reason to continue to support Women's Medical Fund, the only organization in the Greater Philadelphia area that provides direct financial assistance to low income women and teens in need of a safe and legal abortion. Mark your calendar now for One Night Only, WMF's annual fall fundraiser, on Friday, October 1.
Yet another reason to continue to support Women's Medical Fund, the only organization in the Greater Philadelphia area that provides direct financial assistance to low income women and teens in need of a safe and legal abortion. Mark your calendar now for One Night Only, WMF's annual fall fundraiser, on Friday, October 1.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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