Friday, July 24, 2020

Miami TV Producer Pivots to Producing Pies During the Pandemic

Oh Carole! You'd be tickled pink!

Way to go, Joshua.

Hawking from home, a beginning.
Cooking and baking ....

At Coconut Grove Fire Department...

There is video on youtube: so cool.....

Saturday, July 11, 2020

July 11, 2020

Hello my Carole,

A picture of an image taken at Curt's and mine wedding 30 years ago... not the best repro, the pic of a pic taken today with a cell phone from a faded orginial. 

Did we even have cell phones in 1990? I can't recall.

Curt bought me an SE iPhone for our anniversary, I was so surprized! Should have made him breakfast in bed. 

Waiting for the phone case to arrive before transferring info and setting up. So looking forward to using it.

Curt's a truly fine guy, just grand, and hard to believe we've been married thirty years. That I am that old! That he and I old together, today also his birthday, getting married on the day of so he wouldn't forget! 

Maybe iPhone will take a better picture of the pic of a pic from a lifetime ago. Always missing you, you my other half.

PS: Florida COVID at 14% of population of those tested. Most can't get tested! FL cases top 255,000, more than 4,000 deaths and climbing. 

State of Florida is COVID WORLD CAPITAL, Miami Dade County leads the pack.

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Carole Gold Encrusted

Hi Carole,

I found the kid's book Celstial Matters writeen in 1995 ot thereabouts.   It was your tool teaching for me, showing me how to write. In the same file I found this, is a bit overdone but hey, a dream.

Gold encrusted

January 18, 2011.

Greyhound Mocha was barking to be let back in and I finally arose from bed yet it wasn’t my house I was in. The hallway was painted blue directly across from my bedroom door,  blue like the sea as children would color it,  and I saw two different doggies in the house in separate bedrooms. I did not recognize either.

Then I saw movement in the closet, a wiggle under something and you emerged from underneath blankets or silk sheets and you were beautiful as if costumed for a play, a harlequin of  glittering golden powdered seashell angled across your chin, up to the tip of your cheekbone, a diagonal to your neck with a loosely strung ivory chiffon ribboned bow like a boa, a necklace against you cotton shirt: a gift.  Your body was thin and lithe as if we were seventeen-years-old.  I pulled you into the light pouring in from the window, the sunlight streaming on you  to make sure you were real and we held each other, cradled in arms, I kissed your lips and we stood and stood and stood and I kept asking you,  staring at you, to make sure it was you with the sunlight against your face highlighting the shell glitter sparking while your eyes focused over my shoulder.

From those ashes scattered in Key West into my arms, a radiant youthful you bathed in sunlight on a new dawning day.