Sunday, August 28, 2011

Umbrellas and Puddles, a most  romantic setting for Melba, with Louise and Linguini allowing the dance to guide their umbrellas.  I wonder if Melba and her dancing instructor are dancing the Bolero, Miss Blue, a George Raft and Carole Lombard sensation in the 1930's, danced to Ravel's Bolero.  A very sensual dance.  I hope L&L tilted their umbrellas every once in a while - certainly the polite thing to do.   Then again, L&L might find themselves doing the Bolero after the rain is over and the umbrellas are set aside.  Surely Ravel's Bolero wafted from the Music Hall near by and continued throughout the evening,  audiences, clapping and demanding to hear the Bolero again.   Isn't it all exciting, Miss Blue.


Yours in Music, Pearl in 3/4 time...           

Friday, August 26, 2011

Louise and Linguini have returned from the weekend with Melba and they are not speaking to her or to each other.  I'm afraid Melba has become almost impossible to live with since she and her dance instructor began dating.  They are NOT Fred Astaire and Ginger but from time to time they THINK they are.  Oh the vanity of us mortals.  Please write to let me know how it is at the Village.

I Remain As Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The way of the smile has always been mostly about the spacing of the teeth, Miss Blue, so you can imagine the outrage among the Village people when it became the newest look - the Missing Tooth Look. Even when a tooth falls out, dropping into the hand when least expected, there is no haste about visiting a dentist, just a quick glance in the little compact mirror in our purse brings a jolt of appreciation at our sudden change of appearance. Haute Couture in the Smile.  Not everyone has a dropped tooth and that is what the outrage is all about! The Cheshire Cat himself, is very hurt that his smile has been tossed aside for the Missing Tooth Look! A sorry story, Miss Blue.

And that is how it is here in the Village, always forward looking, for better or worse.

Love, Pearl, reporting

Monday, August 1, 2011


Dear Pear,

We have made the acquaintance of a tabor playing hare, Pearl, and he has made our days much more organized by tapping a beat for our every activity.  He's the metronome when Fanny practices her recital pieces.  He's the rhythm section when Louise beats a rug.  He's the percussionist when Linguini is running through his tango steps.  All in all a delightful addition to our household.  And he asks for so little - a rumpled blanket under the stairs and whatever salad scraps Louise isn't going to use in her stock pot.  Please write soon and let us know what news you've heard in the village.

I Remain As Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's
          shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.


I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls
          crying. 


I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like
          a whetted knife;
And all ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

John Masefield