In other news, the sky is blue.

Food price crisis and financial crisis present double threat for poor people. Nooooo, really???

Ode to Wine

I am short on inspiration today, so I'm letting Pablo Neruda's words work their magic:

Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared.
At times
you feed on mortal
memories;
your wave carries us
from tomb to tomb,
stonecutter of icy sepulchers,
and we weep
transitory tears;
your
glorious
spring dress
is different,
blood rises through the shoots,
wind incites the day,
nothing is left
of your immutable soul.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
A jug of wine, and thou beside me
in the wilderness,
sang the ancient poet.
Let the wine pitcher
add to the kiss of love its own.

My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.

But you are more than love,
the fiery kiss,
the heat of fire,
more than the wine of life;
you are
the community of man,
translucency,
chorus of discipline,
abundance of flowers.
I like on the table,
when we're speaking,
the light of a bottle
of intelligent wine.
Drink it,
and remember in every
drop of gold,
in every topaz glass,
in every purple ladle,
that autumn labored
to fill the vessel with wine;
and in the ritual of his office,
let the simple man remember
to think of the soil and of his duty,
to propagate the canticle of the wine.

Recap

Somehow we managed to fit my parents and my brother in our lil "pied a terre" in Georgetown for the weekend. I threw my first "official" dinner party as well with my parents and my in-laws on Saturday night! --- meaning, we busted out the fine china and crystal glasses, which we then had to spend the better part of the evening washing by hand. It's tiring playing house!

We did cheat a teensy bit on the main dish: we served a rack of lamb that comes herbed and ready to cook from Trader Joe's (is that a total travesty? At least the meat is free-range and organic).

We continued the gluttonous weekend by having dim sum on Sunday at Fortune (Seven Corners, VA) - HIGHLY recommend it, have been there 3 or 4 times now and each time I come away from it I am happily stuffed. If you plan on going, be sure to make a reservation, it gets packed.

I also went to see the new James Bond which I really liked (plunk me down in front of mostly any spy movie and I will be content, especially if it includes Daniel Craig, shirtless). Maybe not as good as Casino Royale, but still worth seeing! If you're a fan of Daniel Craig, you should check out the movie Layercake as well.

And then we had dinner once again at Brasserie Beck, this time with the dozen usual suspects in tow, to celebrate a birthday (Happy birthday hubby!). And thank you to everyone who came out, even though it was a weeknight. You guys are pretty much irreplaceable. When I was a teenager I watched Friends a lot and thought, "when I'm in my 20's I'm going to have a really great group of friends too." And I do!

Also a BIG THANK YOU to a certain someone who offered us two bottles of Perrier-Jouet even though she couldn't be there with us (you know who you are, and you are my hero!).

I've started taking an art class at the Art League School in Alexandria. It's painting with pastels, something I haven't done diligently since high school, and I'm glad to report that my first project, still life with vase and mandarin orange, doesn't look like a big poo! I may not be Monet but at least it's three hours every week that I can set aside and devote to me. It's been a long time since I've had an activity where I end up getting lost in it and losing track of time.

I've also started volunteering for Homeward Trails Animal Rescue to fill the gaping hole that is "not having a dog in my daily life." Someday I will have one..or two, or three...and two cats - one will be named Cleopatra (Cleo for short), the other Leopold (Leo for short).

It's somewhat hard on the soul to volunteer at the dog adoption events, because there are so many good dogs that need good homes, and if I had the resources I would take them all in (I'm an equal-opportunity dog lover).

Also I woke up on November 5th feeling really good...because for the first time since I was 18, I was super super proud of my country (and my home state of North Carolina!).

Much happiness to Mr. and Mrs. Hall (or is that Mr. and Mrs. Reddick?)

Our friends got married in a little garden in Chevy Chase, MD on November 1st. Everything was so lovely, and the vows were funny and touching. It seems even the Man Upstairs was on call to paint the leaves the same shade as the bride's bouquet and ensure the weather was cooperative.

Congratulations to V&D!

God, I am such a tool

The other night we watched "I Am Legend" and I started to bawl my eyes out when Will Smith's dog was bitten by zombie dogs and died. I really need to get a grip.

Rest in peace

Midnight was my best friend. She died of cardiac arrest on a Wednesday at 6 in the morning after 10 days in the hospital with a blocked bile duct and two operations. She was 12. I wish she didn't have to go that way, I would have liked for her to be in the comfort of her home instead of scared and alone in the animal hospital, but she had a great life and was very pampered and very loved from the minute we found her and her sisters and brothers, abandoned, when they were only about a week old. We placed all of the other puppies and kept her, the runt of the litter. She had purple spots on her tongue (she was a black lab/terrier/chow mix, we think) and liked to dig for moles in the ground. She was a sweetheart, very loyal, shy almost to the point of being skittish with people she didn't know, she was calm, she had the softest ears. She will be greatly missed.