Smacksy Saturday Photos: Gams

Party Girls

Throwback... Um... Friday

Sometimes I get distracted and forget to post, like tonight when I'm sitting in the middle of a dance party and have to figure out how to post from my phone. 

Today I give you some Retro Bob and Teddy. 

Twilight

Sometimes you watch a sunset from a balcony and it's really good.

Sweet Dreams

The landscapes in my dreams are the homes and streets and beaches of my childhood. Occasionally, I dream in vignettes set in historical times. Often these dreams feel more real than waking life, even though they might be populated by people I don't know any longer or those who have passed on.

I am staying at a hotel for the next three nights. On the postcard left on my pillow this evening, there is a quote from Paul Gaugin: "I close my eyes in order to see." I would imagine he's referring to looking inward to know oneself or perhaps building a world from deep inside the imagination. For me tonight, on this pillow, I will relate his words to dreaming and the world that exists on the other side of that hushed curtain.

But first, I'm going to eat those chocolates.

Scrapes

"Mom? I scratched my heel on the cement."

"Do you want some Neosporin?"

"What's that?"

"Ointment."

"What's that?"

"Salve."

"What do you mean?

"Liniment."

"I don't know what that is."

"Unguent."

"Mom!"

"Medicine."

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

"Then you wouldn't get to know all those great words."

"Mom, you're weird."

Stuck in Traffic With Mr. Rosenberg

Me: I can never get enough baklava.

Him: I like baklava. I hate halva. So gross.

Me: Halva's not gross. I didn't know you hated it. I didn't know you hated any food.

Him: See? Keeping the mystery alive after eleven years.

Me: How much do you hate it on the Jeffrey Rosenberg scale of zero to Guy Fieri?

Him: As much or more than my hatred of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Me: Wow. I don't think I feel that strongly about anything.

Him: You hate the word "cantina."

Me: No I don't.

Him: Yes you do.

Me: I think you're making that up. I don't hate things like you do.

Him: Really ? What about frisée?

Me: Oh my God, I hate frisée so much.

Him: And passion fruit iced tea? And plays that break the fourth wall? And all the songs! Zombie by the Cranberries? Oh! And Mambo Number 5 - the Lou Bega version? And Going Up the Country by Canned Heat? You really hate that one. And vertical blinds! And futons  - except the ones in Japan! 

Me: I guess I am a hater.

Him: You are.

Me: But I like halva.

Him: You can have mine.

Smacksy Sunday Links

The Passover Seder in Bergen-Belson that shaped her family.

Do we even know when angels live among us? I love Prince and what Ms. Moon had to say about his passing.

Tend your own small piece of turf.

The truth about hospitality.

And this underwater iguana is super cool. Doesn't he look like a guy in a Godzilla suit?

Happy Sunday.