There is so much to celebrate this last week of April. A big hurrah for better weather!
Adventures in New York! Silvio and Lil'Bit, my brother and sister Lhasa Apsos, made a run for it from Nonna's backyard Friday night.
Our annual sure sign the season has changed — Martha Dunham and her rugged clan on Skiff avenue have been using their outdoor shower for the past month.
For those of you who know I am recovering off-Island, be assured that my telephone number above is connected to where I am now, so do not hesitate to call me with your guests, your news, your outings.
I was going to play some April Fool’s jokes on you in advance but, alas, I have been bested by the internet and Mother Nature.
Since I was unable to view your wee St. Patrick’s Day parade on-Island, since I was unable to join in the wearing of the green at the Ocean View, Ritz, or other venues of good food and drink, I rose early on St. Patrick’s Day and decorated the house.
Is this significant? This is our second month in a row with a Friday the 13th. I prefer to think of it as good luck. As I struggle to become more adept on the computer I am leaving a trail of laughing friends on Islanders Talk, among them Kara Best and Hunter Thomas. I made some mistakes last week. Kara felt the need to apologize for me in public for being such a dinosaur.
Do you like good writing? Do you like to read? What do you read, Emmanuel Kant, David Berry, Primo Levi, Danielle Steele? All the town columns, the editorials, the letters to the editor?
I am sure we all parsed the jokes, the dresses, the performances, the attitudes, and the acceptance speeches for last Sunday’s Oscars. Nonna’s favorite comment on the couture is “Didn’t they have enough money to pay for the other sleeve of the dress?” or “Why did she bother to put anything on?”
