You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!
Don't suppose that means they can't kick me out when I run out of money? This one is in the heart of Rome. Because sometimes you wanna go where Trump is not your problem.
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Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
I'm moving in June to a lovely little one-story house in Madison, Wisconsin, owned by my son, Christopher, at his invitation. I'm sure I will love it there.
But here are a few other places I'm certain I would love just as much:
1. Apartment, Montmartre, Paris
2. Apartments (any one of them), Istanbul Read more about Alternate Relocations
A little early for signs of spring, but I thought we could all use one. Along the Rhone River at Avignon, France, April, 2008.
This sculpture, by Arnaldo Pomodoro, stands in the Vatican Museum gardens. Entitled Sphere Within a Sphere, it is one of several versions that have been installed around the world from Des Moines to Tehran. The metaphor, to me, is that of an egg cracking open to release the life within.
The blue-gray sky you see behind the trees is actually full of storm clouds moving in. The tree was caught for a moment in one of those brilliant shafts of sunlight that sometimes finds its way to earth through a tiny gap in a stormy sky.
Soon the curtain will rise again. I'll be back in a Live in HD theatre seat, but when this curtain went up, I was there in person. Thank you, Jan and John.
Zahide (zah-hee-day) is the wife of my sister's "person of all trades" for her houses in Doganbey, Turkey. When Zahide's daughter was struggling with an English lesson at my sister's kitchen table - write an original sentence and translate it into English - I suggested "My mother has beautiful blue eyes."