1) Not that long ago, someone pointed out that it was Madonna’s birthday. Which inexplicably led me to get reacquainted with her I’m Breathless album from Dick Tracy. First, I used to own this album on cassette. And second, how can “Vogue” be 30 years old?!
1a) Gawd, 30 years ago I was living under the stairs on Beacon Street. Furniture from old apartments and trash days. Popcorn-sprayed walls. Mice. But I had some fabulous parties there. You’ve come a long way, baby.
2) It took a tropical storm warning to get me to clear the back porch of everything left over from the yard sale three months ago. But it’s done now!
3) All afternoon I’ve been marinating a piece of skirt steak in a mixture of red wine, olive oil, lemon juice, salt, pepper, and rosemary, so let’s see how that turns out.
BONUS: When I came back from P’town at the start of the month I made a sincere and dedicated return to my diet, and I’ve lost ~six pounds since then. “Slow but steady wins the race” and all that, but the point is that I’ve stuck with it.