Record players

Recently we stayed in a hotel in Palm Springs that came complete with records and a record player in the room. I highly recommend both the hotel and playing records. You forget about the pops and noise that goes on with the record player but it's soothing. It is also soothing to watch the record go around, to see how the machine works. You forget how short one side of a record is, but it's still a pleasure.

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Summertime...and the livin' is easy

May I suggest:

1. Swimming.
2. Sunsets.
3. Sunrises.
4. White eyelet.
5. Picnics on blankets.
6. Lemonade.
7. Flowers.
8. Cooking outside.
9. Straw bags.
10. And a good book.

Hopeless romantic

I am a hopeless romantic,

I guess

and hardly claim

to be that at all.

In this “cynical age”

we all want to be transported

for love.

Code of Conduct

Everyone has a code of conduct that he or she lives by. This is mine:

1. When in doubt, always buy the red shoes.
2. Give it forward. Always give baby gifts and wedding presents.
3. Always support Legal aid.
4. Wear matching bras and underwear.
5. It's okay to cry at the movies.
6. Eat what you like as long as you are hungry.
7. If you are scared of something that is not really dangerous, it's a good sign that you should do it.
8. Dress up, have manners, and be civil.
9. Please yourself.
10. Laugh more.
11. Dress your children exactly how you wish for as long as they let you. Don't save the "special" clothes.
12. Dance at weddings.
13. Have more picnics.
14. Sing in the car.
15. Promptly send thank you notes.
16. Use good skin care.

And lots of love, always.

Go to Paris.

Paris is so often described, it’s hard to write about it freshly. Perhaps that’s the point. Perhaps the history and literature have soaked into the building facades and the air and the light such that it is an integral part of it. Paris tugs at you and makes you want to go back, and be a part of it again and again.

In Paris, you feel that life is more graceful and that you, as part of this life, are more graceful, too. You build it up in your head before you go and after you come home for ever more (or at least for the rest of your life), you can recall graceful instances. A kind, dapper old man who helped you find your way, delighted that you were looking for the Place St-Sulpice! So easy to find! The Asian waiter—slim, young, elegant, efficient, perfect. The little girl, late at night, playing the piano—a magical young maestro. Was it all a dream? No, it’s Paris and you don’t want to leave and you seriously consider ex-patriotism.

Paris has a lovely effect on people. People in Paris value their dogs and flowers and bread and café crème and shoes and cellulite lotions. Everything becomes more romantic. The light on the water. The misty rain. Bridges. Iron work. Street lamps. Cats and dogs. Jackie Kennedy had a time in Paris. Anyone can take a picture of a street lamp or sculpture, with the Eiffel Tower in the background and you want it up on your walls.

The perfect ____. That was what was so nice about Paris. You could easily fill in the blank. The perfect breakfast: Steaming hot and rich café au lait and crispy warm croissants.

The perfect flowers; roses to carry around—a bunch of small yellow ones with pink tips.

The perfect view.

The perfect river, sunset, painting, shoes, dogs, bicycle, trash can.

Paris is elegant, my friends.

Birthdays

I believe that on your birthday, you should allow a few indulgences that you don't usually allow throughout the year. These were mine:

Sleeping in.
Taking my son to preschool.
Picking my son up from preschool.
A pedicure.
Ice cream.
A wonderful home-cooked dinner.
Shopping.
A favorite movie.
And not working.

May you have a personal wonderful day on your birthday.

Enough time in the day

In old movies, things seem less frantic. Sure, people go about their business, but it seems like there is enough time for business. There is time for a break. Meals are enjoyed, people go to the theater or meet with others. No one is on a Blackberry.

I feel the press of modern life, which is a vintage sentiment. That is, 50 years ago they reminisced longingly about Victorian times. The Victorians thought life was too hectic for them. But with the time change and the sun setting later, it does seem like there may be enough time in the day to play with the kids, eat a nice dinner, and pet the dog. It's ever so less frantic.