Good news. The big vase has sold. It sold yesterday. Encouraging. I was smiling.

Coo COo cool. co co.
company
compagna
la coo ca ra cha
cha cha cha
too hot these days to think
at least in depth
must adjust to new temperature
before deliberating
further

Sunny times

Summer has arrived at least for the next few days. Sun, parks, happy neighbours, children crying for icecreams, messy fingers. Yay. Last night, Ben said," I want to sleep with my eyes." I thought it strange...toddler logic. But then, I saw the ice cube tray. So he slept with his ice.

Jumping

I can't remember what happens at the end of Papillion. As I remember it, one man jumps...the Clint Eastwood type... and the other one decides it's better to stay behind and tend his garden. He'd lose his glasses if he jumped anyway. They'd be repaired so many times. The impact of hitting the surface from fifty feet up would have cracked the lenses completely. And his roses were coming in and the vegetable garden was yielding something. No need for excuses when a person is content.

All lives have jumping off points. They are offered to us just for a while just while the tide is right. A little door quietly ajar, not open, not closed. Some are points we have created ourselves secretly wanting. We've been striving for it...walking or running,back flipping, back stroking towards this point which requires a final sweeping gesture of acceptance....that feels like jumping off a cliff... and then....some are points offered to us created by other people who toiled along side us. Some of us jump and some stay behind. If you jump, you just have to go and do it all again. Until you feel that way....that in jumping, you only have to replant the same garden you've already got...until then, you'll keep jumping. If you stay behind, ...if...it's an equal departure which ever route you choose.

Dr. Who

Dr. Who. Definetly a cool theme song. It chills the bones of children under five...and over in some cases. My sister used to hum this song to me at night and it used to frighten me to death. I still recall the giant triangular white foamy sea slugs that crawled through the air...errrr. Such an impossible thing, but so real. This is my Dr. Who memory. Repelled and fascinated at the same time. I will try to pay more attention now as my son is watching it and I have to try and keep up with what he is talking about. He says, " His brain fell down....oh. He fell into the giant brain. He's gone. Eat him up. Tentacles....tentacles." Then he puts his hand on his chin and wiggles his fingers. He seems to love this idea.

45 Lives

Haunch

Haunch of Venison...Lord Nelson's old residence...excellent opening tonight. Borderline rude with images from the Karma Sutra positioned in graffitti ridden space. Matching cocktails....one called Japanese Lady's Slipper. The other one...Forgot the name....apple and vodka and some secret ingredients. Gabriella, Richard, The lady who curated the show last year at the place I forget the name of across from Ham House...and Prada man was there. He had just been at a party with Claudia Schiffer and Paul McCartney. He had his Agent Provacateur shopping bag with him as usual. And tutted...."Why do they shag with robes on?" as he admired the art. Got lost in TopShop on the way home. Getty Images had a strict guest list but Adrian was trying to convince them that he was press as he has written for Time Out in the past, but didn't have an article with him. Ran into a woman who is a clothing and fabric designer who I met at Indigo in Paris a few years ago. She is planning to market knickers in a plastic ball...like you get out of gum machines. Good job I didn't bike there.