"The coldest winter I even spent was a summer in San Francisco." - Mark Twain

I'm packing a sweater and heading to San Francisco. I hope I remember to bring my heart back to New York City with me.

Summertime, time, time,
Child, the living’s easy.
Fish are jumping out
And the cotton, Lord,
Cotton’s high, Lord, so high.

Your daddy’s rich
And your ma is so good-looking, baby.
She’s looking good now,
Hush, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,
No, no, no, no, don’t you cry.
Don’t you cry!

One of these mornings
You’re gonna rise, rise up singing,
You’re gonna spread your wings,
Child, and take, take to the sky,
Lord, the sky.

But until that morning
Honey, n-n-nothing’s going to harm you now,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
Don’t you cry,
Cry.

New York City got four waterfalls this weekend.
Here is a picture (from the New York Times) of one of them.

Uma is so pretty.

Purple Pair, Silver Octopus, Green Glamour

Young Mermaid, Paper Cyclone, Tiny Hiney

Shoot the Freak

Look at these dudes - real deal Brooklyn fellas, hanging out in front of "Shoot the Freak" at Coney Island.

What is SHOOT THE FREAK?:
www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1274227

And for a visual:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-QOmCmjbdA&NR=1

It's a treat to see an oyster walking down the boardwalk.

www.nataliedee.com

What it looks like.

:(

Nino had to have three bottom teeth removed because they were decayed. I am sad. I loved his little tiny teeth. Now he looks like someone sucker punched him.

Get on the stick.

This reminds me, I need a haircut.

This will be me in 50 years...

...in my little adorable cottage on Martha's Vineyard. Doing laundry.
Except I will be wearing something much more chic than grey sweatpants.
And there will be poodles.

My Montauk

How do you prefer your Nino?

"You can't get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.

But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty.

While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.

Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered the four miniature wellies used as pen and pencil holders in their office. They slipped them on the piglet's feet - and into the mud she happily ploughed.

Now she runs over to Mr Keeble so he can put them on for her in the morning."


http://www.dailymail.co.uk

I'm off to Montauk for the weekend!

Montauk, Long Island

Pace, Sullivan, Arnold

R.I.P. Molene,
Beloved cat of Patti Rothberg