I’ve been obsessed with the pretty lately. I think it’s the improved view in the mirror*, the shiny magazines, my inspiring friends; everything around me is conspiring to make me desire the pretty! If you have a pretty you’ve been eyeing lately, now is the time to show it to me. Of particular interest are inexpensive artists whose art you want me to buy and shiny shoes. I know! I am such a magpie.
Something that isn’t so much pretty but very inspiring: how crowded is my park in summer! with every snowflake of the New York rainbow! Everyone is special and important, even the dudes who try and bark at my dog to get my attention. Of particular pride is the time I snapped, “so, you speak dog?” to one such admirer and got all his friends to do that “oooooh burrrrrned” noise at him. Mama’s still got it, yo, don’t mess! I have slowly been forcing Nano to sit quietly while little kidlets pet his head gently, gently, “no morder, es timido!” Ahhh, Brooklyn. You are not all Park Slope, and I thank you for that. Es good for Nano, es good for me.
Speaking of summer, we had a barbeque in our back… I don’t know what to call it, amigos. We have a U-shaped building and the U-shaped concrete alley behind our building? Our back alley, there. We grilled some skewers of chicken and peppers, pork and pineapples. Stuart made an amazing pitcher of white sangria. We took Nano down and watched him curl up with his chewy bone while the grill smoked and the grape vines from the neighbor’s garden swayed in the breeze and oh? Was that flash from a party? That rumbling, was that a truck? NO! It was a storm. Which left us eating our delicious meal on a table in the laundry room, laughing about it. And then my camera got pissed off with me and chewed up all 50 pictures I took, so I can’t show you guys. Which means it didn’t happen! Es verdad.
I think that’s all I wanted to tell you. Got anything to tell me?

* I have lost some weight. Let us not talk about it until later! Okay.