Too busy to blog.

Just got home from Studio City visiting Sigrid, Jim, Trevor and Chloe.  I also visited my mother's cousin, Zelma Haber.  She's 91 and we haven't seen each other I think since I was about twelve years old.  She has a photo of my with my family up at Lake Shasta, and I'm a scrawny girl in a bath suit, sitting on the shore in the broiling sun, eating something.

I finished the stunningly good book by my favorite author, Margaret Drabble--The Sea Lady. have I mentioned this?

Now I'm reading On Beauty by Zadie Smith--in my mind a young Margaret Drabble.  Both writers  boggle my mind with their ability to tell a tale by their brilliant observations of the most minute interactions between characters.  I am in thrall of such writing.  Both had academic faculty themes, which I adore, since I was a faculty wife for about five years when I was very young.

I'm going a way for a few days.  Eliza will water the plants.  Today she had a birthday, and Robert and I cooked her dinner.  Pork chops with mustard, garlic and rosemary, baked potatoes, sour cream, anaheim chilis stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon, salad, and lava cakes.   Could this be more caloric?