I do so love kippered herring and scrambled eggs for breakfast, but Mother finds the flavor a little strong. Nevertheless, it was a fine breakfast; a surprise especially in the light of the fact that Mother had been a little testy over what she referred to as “this faith business”. Continue reading
Mother’s Day is one of those awkward days, it’s not on the Church Calendar, but even in my business it’s good for marketing. Our store is featuring some wonderful Donna Karan and Ralph Lauren cashmere sweaters, a little pricey perhaps, but there’s nothing quite like the feel of cashmere. But then again, if the truth be told, Mother’s Day is not really about marketing, despite what my Sales Manager, Raphael Vilas, says. Continue reading
Mother is in a snit, and, fortunately has gone to bed. For my part, this is a wonderful time to walk Pippa, our frou-frou dog, out in the garden. The small group meeting was at the Whittington’s this evening. Would you believe they actually served a lobster bisque and a Caprese salad; you know, alternating slices of rare filet mignon, mozzarella, tomatoes, balsamic vinegar and fresh basil? It was exquisite! Grace Whittington certainly put her best foot forward. Even Mother was impressed; so impressed that it took the edge off her negativity about the Bible Study and the prayer time. By the time we got to the Bible Study, Mother was almost mellow. Continue reading
“I object, Mother! I strenuously object! The news is bad enough these days without the frenetic added excitement of some under-clad female reporter. From the very tone of her voice you can tell that she’s enjoying herself immensely. How will she ever be able to keep that excitement up when the news is served up cold? And, as for that Matt Lauer, if he asks one more person how his second cousin’s nephew’s dog feels about what’s happening I’m going to give up watching the news forever.” Continue reading
White Bread has had its day. But, there was a time when White Bread was a staple item in the American Kitchen. Continue reading
I must confess that it’s been a difficult week, and difficult on two fronts. Mother has not responded well to my new adventure in faith; but it has occurred to me that I should neither back down, nor make a pest of myself. Continue reading
What a horrible morning! One would think that after one has surrendered one’s life to Christ Jesus last Sunday that things would be a little easier. Continue reading
Mother and I have always enjoyed sitting in our solarium. On a mild afternoon like this it is particularly pleasant, and we had retired there for an afternoon rest with a small glass of Guffens Aux Tourettes “Syrose”. Even though I find the quiet beauty of this spot restful, this afternoon I was a little uneasy. Continue reading
Saturday evening after dinner I said to Mother, “My original recommendations to Father Goodfellow really were too expensive, however, I was reading the Wall Street Journal today and I saw a marvelous article on Port. Continue reading
“Mother,” I said, “nothing quite affects me like the beauty of the springtime flowers, and it seems there is a special beauty this year in the early blossoming of the trees; the redbud, the magnolia, and the lilac.” Continue reading