Last night I went to an exhibit at the Goss Gallery on Cedar Springs in Dallas. The theme is a celebration of world peace, and on view in the gallery (under the watchful eyes of two of Dallas's finest) is the piano on which John Lennon composed "Imagine."
The war-themed photography in the exhibit is stunning.
Afterwards, we went to the home of Kenny Goss and George Michael to have dinner. It is a gorgeous home full of amazing art and I was terrified that I would bump something. A very interesting evening.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
After spending all of my life in Texas, you'd think nothing would surprise me when it comes to the weather. This morning I took photos of some of my roses because today will definitely be their last hurrah for 2006. Today, a high in the upper seventies--tonight, a low in the mid-twenties! I've put off loading the last of the tender plants into the greenhouse, so tonight I was hauling the little red wagon around, gathering the succulents that have been living on the porches all summer and fall.
I had a rather tiring day, so I decided a martini was in order. WHAT? NO OLIVES? There must be a jar here somewhere...pushing jars of mustard around, peeking behind the apricot preserves. AHA! Olives! But they're stuffed with jalapenos. Well, how bad could it be? Actually, it's very good. In fact, this might be my new favorite. Move over dirty martini--hot and dirty martini is movin' in.
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
I got so frustrated the last time I posted a blog. Couldn't get photos to load. I tried and tried and it said they were loading but they never showed up. Maybe this time...
I have an odd succulent plant on the front porch that I have had for many years. This year it decided to bloom, and bloom, and bloom again. It has two buds on it at the moment and every morning I get up to see if they have opened yet. The blooms last less than a day and then they wither.
Okay, the photo thing appears to be working so here I go. Look at this baby. Couldn't you just squeeze him?
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Monday, September 25, 2006
Start keeping a blog and then you're away from home for a couple of weeks, and the blog is neglected.
Is this weather great or what? Just the other day I broke into song, "Our state fair is a great state fair, don't miss it, don't even be late." Every September, when the morning air is chilled, you know that the Great State Fair of Texas can't be far away. On last night's news, Big Tex's head was sitting on the ground, waiting to be hoisted to its perch on Big Tex's shoulders. There was a time when we would stand in front of Big Tex and wait for his jaw to move so that we could hear, "HOW-dee, folks. Wel-come to the State Fair of Texas." Now I just use it as a landmark to find the onion strings and Fletcher's corny dogs.
We had such an awfully dry winter and summer and several small trees in our yard recently died, despite my fairly careful attention. The saddest loss was a 20' river birch that Mike bought me a few years ago. The bark was beautiful and I peeled several pieces of it to save after Mike cut it down.
The roses are very happy about this cooler, wetter weather and have begun a new blooming cycle. Chives are also blooming, as well as the bitterweed, salvias, skullcap, crepe myrtles, mealy blue sage, and spider lilies are popping up here and there.
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Saturday, September 09, 2006
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Saturday, September 02, 2006
Jake frowns when he is facing the bright light that comes through the skylights in Lydia's living room. Necessity is the mother of invention. That's an umbrella wedged into the chair, with a blanket draped over it to eliminate the glare.
Yesterday, while Lydia and I hustled between doctors' offices, the Jujube slept through it all. Well, almost all. He did have a moment when they poked his little heel to get some blood, but he went right back to sleep. Five hours and hardly a peep!
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Thursday, August 31, 2006
If your friend brings you a six-pack of assorted yummy brews as a souvenir from her trip, is that better than a T-shirt? You bet'cha! The reviews are in and Staggering Elk wins by an antler.
The signs over the bananas at the grocery store almost always say "Golden Ripe Bananas," even if they are lime green and hard as those "ripe" avocados they're also selling. At last, my local grocer has acknowledged that not all bananas are "golden ripe." I feel better.
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Panic set in when I realized that I had to name my blog. A quick phone call to Sandy and TA-DA! When she said, "How about Momo something?", I knew she was on the right track. Some call me Mo, the grandkids call me Momo, so "One Mo Blog" seemed perfect. Tomorrow I'll figure out how to...oh, why wait? I've got a twelve day-old grandbaby and TICK-TOCK. Before you know it, he'll be saying, "MOMO! Where's the bubble gum machine?"
Here is Baby Jake at his first quilt show with Mommy and Daddy, wearing Momo's shibori T-shirt.
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