Monday, March 15, 2010
Me and Lucille
Can you believe it? This is right outside Lucille's condo. She lives by Stern Grove, and when you walk outside her door you might as well be inside the park.
We walked and talked about books (S.F. writers Egan, Eggers, and Elliott) and movies (Milk, the Coen Bros.) and people we know. When we went back inside she put some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies in the oven.
Her birthday is Wednesday and she'll be 86. I brought tomato juice and limes from the farmers' market, and some gin. She sent me home with cookies, a loaf of spelt bread for Tom, and the magazines and book reviews from the last two Sundays' NY Times.
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13 comments:
The people in your life seem to be colorful in more than one way.
You both look fabulous!!!
Polycarp: This woman is the ultimate.
Cheryl: Thank you! I wanted to make sure to get Lucille's trademark tights in the photo.
I covet those tights.
I used to have tights like that in red and white.
Great photo of the two of you.
If I was in charge of holidays, I'd sign you two right up, right this second, to be something big. Who could possibly resist?
Lisa: Those are YOUR tights.
Barbara: Do you have a photo of you in your red & whites by any chance?
Booda: You should be in charge of the holidays. You know what to do at xmas (Barcelona) and you know what to do on birthdays (Larchmont Village).
No, unfortunately not, but certain men did not seem to like it, I was often made fun of when I wore those..
Those foolhardy certain men! I'm crazy about stripes. And dots. But not flowers.
You have such interesting friends and neighbors. I love her socks.
those tights!
Two darling girls!
Gina, SHE'S the one.
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