Friday, November 15, 2002
See Artist and Friend Sara Mulhauser at her Art Academy of Cincinnati gig at http://www.artacademy.edu/0106_aboutaac_staff.html
We went to Bistro 936 the other evening. Mmmm. Delicious Chicken & Mushroom Pate. Pickled mushrooms. Bell's Brown on Tap. Filet. And that little dessert of butter and cream and sugar and eggs in the ramekin that gets torched.
My ChildGod is an Honor Student at Stang Normal School
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
ESTHER MURIEL SCHWEGMANN, 68, of Aurora, Ind., died Thursday. She was survived by her three sons and her husband, Bob. She was a sales clerk for Murphy's Mart and Ames Grocery. Bob is my dad's cousin. I liked Esther and am sorry she had to go so soon. But I am sure she feels better now than her illness has passed. Services: 10 a.m. Tuesday at St. John's Lutheran Church, Aurora. Visitation: 6 to 9 p.m. Monday at Rullman Hunger Funeral Home, Aurora.
When Abby told me about writing something about Saturday I thought she meant the grilled lambchops and the Autumn Apple Crisp Ala Mode. Or maybe the wood smoke from the chimney.
Monday, November 11, 2002
Saturday was grey and gusty and gold-leaved. A perfect day for Crown Hill Cemetary. We ate our picnic and read poetry aloud and kissed beneath a willow tree, my husband and I did. Eleven years into this marriage and still we find time to do "nothing" together, and doing "nothing" is precisely the best thing to do. We were surrounded by riotous yellows golds ashy hues of earthy browns and rusty reds, and flocks of juncos and robins skittered through the trees with the falling leaves. It seemed no one else was in the cemetary, except for some jerk on his cell phone by James Witcomb Riley's grave. We scared him off with an enthusiastic reading of "The Raggedy Man". I felt compelled to touch the cool eroded cheeks of tombstone cherubs, feeling the grit of decayed marble rubbing off onto my warm skin. We wandered for hours...so pleasurable. So sweet.