Thursday, April 30, 2009

Thoughtful as always, that is you, Miss Blue, and I was happy to welcome Linguini as he stepped from the plane at LaGuardia. Looking fit as a fiddle, so ready for a party and I, knowing the heart and soul of the Italians, suggested our supping at a favorite little coffee shop in the very heart of Brooklyn, explaining, when he seemed to sulk at the ordinariness of the idea, that I had spent exciting times there among the artists and other types of artsy folk. And so we hailed a taxi, he clutching the Palmers Baby Ruth Lotion, while I, unbeknowst to him, had concealed a giant size Baby Ruth bar in my purse.

We sped through the city and over the Brooklyn Bridge in no time at all, the coffee shop I remembered was still there, after all these years. Wine is served at all good coffee shops nowadays, making us relaxed and talkative. The place was crowded with students from the nearby music school, lots of shouting and occasional singing; When the Drinking Song, from the operetta The Student Prince started up, Linguini stood Up, with drink in hand and sang! His voice is much better than I had remembered. and obviously pleasing to the owner of the shop who offered Linguini a job as a singing waiter. Linguini bowed and politely declined. I was relieved!

I pocketed the lotion, and thanked Linguini for bringing it to me. Then I produced the Baby Ruth candy bar. Linguini pointed exitedly to the similar names so I had to confess that I was the true Baby Ruth, which had him, again, excited, as Italians are wont to be; his journey back to Louise and Melba and Fanny, taking on a new aura. I am sure the Baby Ruth candy bar will be the taste of choice, supporting the legacy. Loyal friends are So important, Miss Blue.

Love,
Pearl in the Situation

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Dearest,

Did you forget something this weekend? I shall send Linguini over with it directly!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Pearl's Pearls

The moral of her story was disturbingly vague to the rest of us. Did Pearl herself know exactly what she meant when she offered the wisdom that "it's like oiling the oil can"?

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The haven for Frederick Crow, Bernard Squirrel, and their offspring, you can imagine how astonished I was to find the woodsman up in the Silver Maple, the tree that speaks of all things sacred, answering to the four seasons with displays of spring buds and brand new leaves, then all summer long shading the garden with silver backed, pointed green leaves, with autumn's last warm days and leaves, turning slightly red and brown, leaving bare boughs to hold the snows of winter.

Taking my pictures, there on the porch, the woodsman waved to me and told me he was Just Trimming, and patting the bough he was on, called to me, "This is a Fine Tree, very healthy."

And just today the squirrels are chasing one another, jumps you just wouldn't believe, stretching out their legs to land on the farthest branch, and a few crows testing their voices with loud caws.

Love, Pearl with Camera

Monday, April 13, 2009

Pearl's Pearls

It's like flipping a pancake. You do it a couple of times and it's dead.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Dear Miss Blue,

I have read your dear letter and I am so relieved that you are feeling better. Staying in bed is the glorious medicine for all wretchedness. And the homemade soup - were you thinking ahead or did you bravely make the soup whilst sicker than a dog? I have colored thirteen eggs for the white metal tree stand I bought years ago at that wonderful florist in the Conservatory. A terrible waste of beautiful architecture when it was taken down, all for what I don't remember. Anyway, the owners were a young team. They owned two absolutely elegant afghan hounds, lounging among the flowers and gift items including the egg tree stand.

Love,
Pearl

Schubert Birdwatching


Dear Pearl,

Fanny and I have had the best time while Melba and Mr Wonderful are on their silly cruise. She is teaching me all about pop beads and jacks and I am sharing my collection of animal headed slippers with her. She loves the elephants the best even though the left one is missing an eye.

Oh, and we slipped away to the most wonderful production of Waterbabies. You would have loved it, too. The music is so beautiful. And the sets were superb!

I Remain As Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Schubert Napping