Sunday, March 17, 2019
Whiskey: The Road to Ruin
Ili purchased this at the local Art Festival yesterday for me/the house. It is a 16x16 print by a female photog from Santa Fe. That is where Ili wants to move. I hear it every day. Land of enchantment, I reckon. The artist did nothing to dissuade her.
The photo is matted and framed in white. We thought to put it over “the library” (liquor cabinet”, but the whiteness of the picture did not go with the teak, so it ended up in the kitchen. We admire it.
We were invited to an annual party for the arts at an art collector attorney friend’s house last night. It is a lovely affair in a most wonderful, beautiful setting, but after a full day that began with a mimosa breakfast at what is about to become our favorite morning cafe and continued with a walk to the Boulevard festival (and more drinks) and me taking photographs again for the first time since being obliterated, we made a spaghetti dinner and drank wine, then whiskey, and decided to watch a documentary we found on YouTube about the birth of the blues. There was no getting up from the supreme comfort of the new leather couch after that. My only regret is not hearing the wonderful gypsy group, The Cook Trio,” under the cool night’s sky.
But I still get extremely tired and want to be still when the lights go down. I’m better, though. Pretty much spent the day on my feet. I’ll do much the same today without the booze, I hope.
Mother comes tonight for corned beef and cabbage. I’ve never made it before. We’ll see.