I HAD THE privilege of taking care of my pal Luke for a couple of hours on Saturday. We walked to Bioparc Fuengirola (the zoo). I’m honored to be trusted with Luke’s care and we had a truly wonderful day. I probably shouldn’t have let him eat that entire ice cream sandwich, but it was his first and he really liked it. Can you remember your first ice cream sandwich? I didn’t like it because it made my fingers dirty. It took me years to get over that (well, I STILL haven’t actually gotten over that). Luke managed to eat the entire thing, by himself, without messing up his hands and face. I’m telling you, the kid is gifted. Even the gorilla got his snack all over himself.
TUVE EL PRIVILEGIO de cuidar a mi amigo Luke por unas pocas horas el sábado. Caminamos hasta Bioparc Fuengirola (el zoológico). Me siento honrado de que se me haya confiado el cuidado de Luke y tuvimos un día verdaderamente maravilloso. Probablemente no debería haberle dejado comer todo ese sándwich de helado, pero fue el primero y realmente le gustó. ¿Te acuerdas de tu primer sandwich de helado? No me gustó porque ensuciaba mis dedos. Me tomó años superar eso (bueno, TODAVÍA no lo he superado). Luke logró comerse todo, solo, sin arruinar sus manos y su cara. Te lo digo, el niño está dotado. Incluso el gorila tiene su merienda sobre sí mismo.
Since our return from New York late September, I’ve been trying to get the apartment more settled and organized. We finished most of our renovations months ago and never got around to putting things completely back together. Then My Mother The Dowager Duchess took her final bow and we returned with memories of her. What we carried home with us was followed months later by some furniture, art, and other things we didn’t have the heart to part with.
We also shipped back from South Dakota dozens of framed family photos we had left with Linda and Tom (Jerry’s sister and her husband) when we moved to Spain. About 10 boxes. They were supposed to go through the photos, keep what they wanted, share with the kids, and then get rid of the rest.
Somehow, in the emotions of our departure, Linda and Tom missed that point and thought they were simply storing boxes of papers! So, in September, we whittled the 10 boxes down to 4. We’ve now got a lot of framed photos and not a lot of wall space. I’m doing what I can, while turning what I had hoped would be a minimalist apartment into a Victorian-looking collection of clutter.
I’m trying to keep the clutter under control and, I must admit, we both love seeing so many family photos back on our walls (thanks, Linda and Tom) along with original artwork, including paintings and sculptures by The Dowager Duchess.
We used to have close to 200 photos lining a hallway or stairway in every one of our [more spacious] homes in the States, plus dozens displayed on tabletops. A few dozen is all this place can handle, I think. And each one requires me to drill a hole into the concrete wall. So, if I measure wrong, that’s where it stays! I still have to figure out permanent homes for all the additional sculptures and knick knacks that are strewn on most surfaces.