A Couple Of Feet

So, the 36th anniversary of the death of Big Sister Dale has passed. San Geraldo honored her by buying a box of “galletas de rellena de naranja” (soft biscuits filled with orange jam and covered in chocolate). Dale introduced me to these in 1970. She usually bought Pim’s brand, but this Spanish version brought back the sweet memories just the same.

WE FINISHED THEM OFF IN ONE SITTING… JUST AS DALE WOULD HAVE DONE.
1954: LOOK AT MY EYES! MY REACTION TO THOSE CUSTOM FABRICS, PERHAPS?
OR MAYBE JUST MY SHOCK AT MISPLACING MY FEET.

Speaking of misplaced feet: Once Dale hit her teens, she began to train me in some basic social skills. For about a week before any party — wedding, bar mitzvah, school event — she’d drag me into her room every night, turn on her record player, and [try to] teach me to dance. The results weren’t exceptional but the lessons were a joy.

Dale taught me dancing in a hurry…

A Dowager Duchess Don’t

In 1987 when we were living in Southern Connecticut, San Geraldo had a business trip to San Francisco. I was going with him. It was three months after my father’s death and My Mother The Dowager Duchess was about to turn 60. So we invited her along.

My mother and I sat next to each other on the plane. San Geraldo was one row back. As boarding continued, a very attractive woman came through the door and walked down the aisle toward us. She had red hair and was dressed in teal blue from head to toe.

As the woman approached, The Duchess commented in a stage whisper, “How beautiful.”

We hadn’t noticed that behind her was a little boy. He also had red hair and was dressed entirely in teal blue.

The Duchess stage-whispered, “Cute.”

A moment later, an extremely large man came lumbering down the aisle. He had red hair and also wore teal blue, top to bottom. A matched set.

The Duchess harrumphed, “Well that’s just a bit too much!”

CLICK THE IMAGE AND DECIDE WHAT WORKS FOR YOU.
AND DON’T WORRY WHAT THE DUCHESS MIGHT HAVE  SAID.
SHE HAD A TEAL BLUE “JOGGING SUIT.” SHE DIDN’T JOG.

Because I’m tacky…

Doctor My Eyes

Don’t worry. The lased eye is doing fine. But take a look at what I spotted on the paseo last night. I’m not supposed to turn my head quickly, so I had to do a slow-motion double-take.

Sorry it’s blurry; I must have focused with my left eye.

I thought this guy deserved a page all his own, even if he has put back my recovery by at least a week.

Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

A Change Would Do You Good

I’m beginning to appreciate the daring fabric combinations some people wear. Admittedly, some mixes still hurt my eyes (and my sensibilities). Yet others are not only daring but show a great sense of design and flair (in my opinion). I myself have become more adventurous in my pattern choices — although not yet in public. Unless, that is, I get hit by the proverbial bus.

(Click any image for a big, bold statement.)

FARMERS MARKET, OCEAN PARKWAY, BROOKLYN.
GRANDFATHER AND GRANDSON, NEPTUNE AVENUE, BROOKLYN.
SHOPPING IN BRIGHTON BEACH AND
WALKING ON THE BOARDWALK.
BACK HOME IN FUENGIROLA.
IN BROOKLYN: MY UNDERWEAR AND FLANNEL LOUNGERS
SET AGAINST THE BED SHEET.
IN SPAIN: MY T-SHIRT AND UNDERWEAR…

Would a change do me good?