Extreme Make-Overs And The Kid Brother

Today’s lunch out was good, but our identical glamorous makeovers were even better. It was simply one of those setups where you shove your head through a hole and look like whatever is on the other side. Our heads wouldn’t quite fit, but we managed (and Photoshop helped smooth out the edges).

(If you think you can handle our glorious magnificence, click the images.)

A few hours later, my day continued to improve when The Kid Brother surprised me with a FaceTime call. He’s finally got it back up and running. So, instead of a weekly phone call, we’ll be able to see each other. Neither one of us could stop smiling.

I can be the one you call…

I’m So Excited

I received email last night from the Kid Brother. Email! His wonderful family, the staff at AHRC NYC, took him to buy a mobile phone and immediately set up an email account for him. He’s already taking pictures and sending them to me.

FIFTH AVENUE AND 54TH STREET.
(MOMA IS ON 53RD BETWEEN FIFTH AND SIXTH.)

Yesterday afternoon, they went to MOMA (the Museum of Modern Art) where I’m told he really enjoyed himself. Along with a slightly blurry street scene, the Kid Brother also shared a couple of even blurrier photos of his favorite artworks, and a close-up of his own artistic creation inspired by his day at MOMA. Of course, I like his creation the best.

It was 2 a.m. when the messages came in, but I happened to be up and immediately sent him a quick (and simple) note. This morning, I sent him photos of the cats.

A KID BROTHER ORIGINAL.

So, now not only can we speak on the phone every weekend (and, hopefully, one of these days on FaceTime), but I can also email a brief note and photo to him every day just to feel connected.

NOW IF THEY COULD JUST GET HIM TO
SHOW SOME EXCITEMENT!!!

If the Kid Brother were to watch this video, he would say, “You’re a nut!!!”

A Whale Of A Tale Of The Tail Of Dickie Dragon

Our niece Lindy says Dudo looks like Kate Moss. He’s nice to look at, loves to pose, and his “head shots” always look like he’s sucking in his cheeks giving him that undernourished supermodel look (not that ALL supermodels have that undernourished look, but it IS one of the looks). Also, he seems to always know exactly how to tilt his head for best effect.

(Click any image for a tall tale… tail.)

MOOSE (LEFT) AND DUDO THE SUPERMODEL.

I’m fascinated by cats’ tails (and tales of cats, in case you hadn’t noticed). Our cat Dobie, in California, was long-haired with a huge (gigantic) fluffy tail. It had no tensile strength and just softly billowed in his wake. His brother Maynard (who was excruciatingly neurotic and of course we loved him), had identical markings but medium hair. His tail was almost prehensile.

When San Geraldo and I had our bed & breakfast hotel in Palm Springs, Maynard would walk out onto the patio, pass under one of the aluminum chairs, hook his tail to the underside as he went, and drag the chair along the patio behind him. Every single day for two years.

And every single day (for two years), the moving chair would scare the crap out of Maynard and he’d run back inside.

DOBIE (AGE 13) AND HIS TAIL (ALSO AGE 13).

Dudo’s tail snaps, and curls, and waves. And when he lies idle, his tail seems to always be perfectly positioned to complement his pose. Sometimes, he even holds it in place.

Musy’s tail is soft and gentle and often gets in his way. So this is the tail of Dudo.

SORRY. EVEN DUDO HAS HAD ENOUGH.

This song hasn’t stopped playing in my head since I began thinking about tail… oops, I mean tails. The Kid Brother had the record a very, very long time ago. And I, of course, would listen to it with him. He would never sing along, but I was expected to. I still know it by heart. It’s a whale of a tale…

And the long and the short of it is true…

Great Balls Of Fire

I woke up to a magical glowing palm tree this morning on our beach here in Los Boliches. And when I looked below the palm, I noticed some more magic. A castle. I wondered if there were a bunch of little people running around inside, but I was too lazy to go for a closer look.


(Click the images. You don’t have to go far for a closer look either.)



I’ll bet you were expecting Jerry Lee Lewis. 
Goodness, gracious, not this time. 
This is among the repertoire I used to entertain The Kid Brother on road trips. I still do command performances. (He commands; I perform.)
Nothing but high-brow here.

Wimoweh, Wimoweh, Wimoweh, Wimoweh

Sunday afternoon, I had the great pleasure of Skyping with My Mother The Dowager Duchess and… drumroll please… The Kid Brother!

When I spoke with him during the week, he said he had an appointment Saturday. So I suggested he visit on Sunday and he immediately agreed. Dudo was happy to see him, too. When he hears The Kid Brother’s voice, he knows he’s going to get a treat. I put the laptop on the kitchen floor so the cats can see him and he can see them when they get their treat. (Click here to learn about Kid Brother CatSkype.)

The Dowager Duchess and The Kid Brother went out for lunch (across the avenue, which is quite a walk for the Duchess) and even did a little shopping. So, everyone was happy this weekend. (Oh, yeah, and the Dowager Duchess is amazing.)

DUDO AFTER SEEING THE KID BROTHER.
(SLEEPING OFF HIS MEAL)

Monday Morning’s Magic…

Don’t fear. I’ve been sleeping a lot better recently knowing The Duchess is doing well and the Kid Brother is back to his routine.

Note: The Tokens were from my neighbourhood in Brooklyn. I went to high school with their [also very talented] sister (Maxine Margo Rubin), who is host and executive producer of the radio show/podcast “The Many Shades of Green.” Check it out here.