Before you receive this you will have had the little taste of goodies we did up for you last night, and also the "pome" which Miss Brownell was inspired to write.
Just as soon as I got in from Church, Aunt Sue told me we were to do up a little box for you at tea time! She never forgets you, and she never forgets the nice little things to do.
Allie and Ralph got over there in time to go to Vespers and when we got back to the house, tea was all ready in the parlor. All the household but Mrs. Varney was there, and Miss Brownell besides. We had a very good time, and I wish your share of the supper might begin to taste as well as ours did. Cocoa was the only thing we could not send you.
Here comes Inez Lowthes. She was due to come last Friday and didn't, and I have had no word. It is fortunate for her that I am at home.
We are just waiting for Allie and mother and father to come to dinner. Allie and mother have been down town shopping all day, finishing up as far as possible the shopping planned for this month. It seems endless. Each day we go down we expect to finish up but can never quite manage it. Allie phoned out that she had found something she thought I would like for a kimono, so I had her get it.
Your letter has come! It seems to be the substance and not the length of letters that please, for yours made me very happy. It brought you so near that I could feel the thrills go through me as when we sat together on the corner seat a week ago tonight. After my day of longing for you, that evening with you in my arms meant simply worlds to me, and I find myself reverting to it and living again the pleasure of it, time and time again. It is one of the nights that stand out even from other happy nights. To try to tell you how I wanted you that night, how I wanted to hold you close to me and cover you with my love and kisses, and how much your love meant to me, would be impossible.
If when you had been asleep and kissed me on waking, you did it just because you thought I would like it, I would be sorry indeed. What pleases me is that you love me enough that your first thought on waking is of me, and your first desire to kiss me. But it is your ever thoughtful and beautiful nature that causes your love to find expression in such tender gentle ways, and prompts you to do the little things that mean so much to me, though directly it may be simply because they are what you want to do.
I just love to think about you and talk about you in so far as I may - your cheery disposition in the home, your pleasing manners and attentions to others, your bright, clean, healthy look, and your general orderliness, your ability to turn your hand to anything and to fit into any place. Oh, a hundred and one things I could not take time to mention. It is you through and through. Everything about you I love, even the tobacco scent which comes with my letters, and because it seems to bring you nearer, I bury my nose in the pages!
More another day. Now they are all at tea and I must run. Many thanks for the nice little book I am glad to have. Goodnight love dearest mine!
Here is an excerpt from my 1988 journal. I was living in Dublin, and I went with my friend to the Michael Jackson concert in Cork. Her father worked for Pepsi, so we got VIP treatment.
Got up early + had a shower and danced around the place to the "Bad" album. Completely excited! Got a lift into town and met Adrienne at the station. We were frightened we wouldn't be let on the Pepsi train because it said "Kevin McDonald + Partner," but we got on OK. A beautiful express train all the way to Cork with white-coated waiters bringing us drinks. Arrived in Cork and got a police-escorted coach to Parc Ui Caoimh. We had our VIP passes clipped on and I felt SOO important. There was a Pepsi tent at the concert with free drinks and food the likes of which I will never see again: salmon, fresh and smoked, turkey, prown cocktail, avocado, + loads of salads, melon etc. It was great. Stuffed our faces.
Then we went into the stadium. We missed Kim Wilde. Everyone let us push to the front because of our passes. So we were really close to the stage and then the lights at the back of the stage animated a pair of legs walking across + hopping up on their tiptoes. the crowd went wild. A huge bank of lights rose in the front of the stage and lowered slowly to reveal HIM and his backing singers standing on the stage. We went crazy, screaming and reaching and pushing as he launched into "Wanna be starting something." The rest of the concert is a daze for me. He danced and leapt his way through most of Thriller and Bad, a little Off the Wall, and some Jackson 5 stuff. His costume changes were the clothes he wore in the videos to the songs, and the dance routines the same as the videos. At one point a silver tube descended over him and seconds later went up. He wasn't there! He appeared at the other side of the stage in another costume - a billowing black cape and blood red shirt. The crane he was on swung out over the audience and we reached and jumped. So tantalizingly close, but so far away. At the end of the concert some kids came on, and his sidekick Jimmy Safechuck - the kid from the Pepsi commercial. he was dressed the same as Michael and danced the same. Then it was over, I found Adrienne outside. We were exhausted and dazed. we walked around the city + had a pizza - still wearing our VIP badges and getting envious looks.
What a day.* What a concert! Thank you Michael Jackson, for years of music and inspiration, and for this incredible experience.
*The rest of the evening involved getting flashed by a drunk guy, an expensive taxi ride to Kinsale, failure to find our countryside B&B, walking around dark roads getting frightened, and our eventual rescue by the local publican who picked us up and let us sleep in a spare bedroom over the pub. We shared a big old bed with several mousetraps underneath.
When we were in Ireland, Eric and I kidnapped Jordan and Aaron for a day and took them to Johnstown Castle and Kilmore Quay. We had the best time, and they were good sports indulging my auntie kisses. I love those funny, sweet boys!
Some great art events this week, starting with Thursday night, when we inadvertently went to an opening of wonderful wire sculptures by Tara Lou at Hotel Biron. Inadvertently because we were just popping in for a glass of wine before going to the Christoper David Ryan opening at Rare Device. His work had a dreamy, Nordic feel. Lovely cinematic compositions of deceptively simple drawings.
And last night we took BART across the Bay for Oakland's Art Murmur. I really wanted to see Lisa Beerntsen's and Tony Speirs's paintings in person, because I've only seen them online from reading their blogs. Awesome work, and it was so nice to meet this Sonoma art couple in person too. Their show is up until June 27 at Kuhl Frames + Art near the 19th St Oakland Bart Station.
The Art Murmur was quite a scene. We saw some great work (here and here and here), and some very interesting outfits and street art too, including a boat made of scrap wood in the middle of the crowded street with two girls lying on their backs inside wearing animal masks and texting on their iPhones. Strangely awesome.
This weekend was the spectacular wedding of our dear friends Jason and Adrianne. It took place at Leslie's family home of Sonoma, a compound really, with three houses, vineyard, pool, lawns and shady wooden decks. Absolutely gorgeous! It was fun to spend time with so many of our friends for such a joyful occasion. There was lots of laughter, great food and wine, dancing, swimming, and public displays of affection, all weekend long.
This is a group of us on the way to the rehearsal dinner on Friday evening: Jason, Leslie, JP, Dave, Sharie, Adrianne, and me.
Guess who made the sign to direct traffic?
After the ceremony (by Eric, doing a great job), the newly minted married couple, Jadrianne, poured a champagne pyramid and handed out glasses.
Jason, Eric, and John. Eric and John went to high school in Michigan, then John and Jason went to junior college together in California, and Jason and I went to Berkeley together. So this is the connection. John introduced Eric and Jason, and Jason introduced Eric and me.
Gina and Dave laughing at one of the many toasts (maybe mine - Gina made me get up and give one.)
Groom and happy bride:
And this is one of the many reasons they are perfect for each other; the next morning, they put on their wedding attire again for some classic wrestler portraits. Awesome!