|Blueberry Doughnut Plant donut consumed in honor of Lara's birthday|
And quick Blogger check-in: At the six-month mark, I'm definitely more conscious of the choices I make each day, but I still haven't done enough writing, submitting of writing and yoga. Something to work on.
|Oh, and Lara is also totally gorgeous (here with an empty glass)|
|That same knee is hurting right now after last week's bike accident. Photo by JW.|
3. On July 3, 1992, I flew into Paris for the first time in a Betsey Johnson dress. It was not lost on me that this date was the 21st anniversary of Jim Morrison's death, a rock star that had kickstarted my interest in poetry when I was a teen. Later that night, I would visit the closed Pere LaChaise cemetery (where Jim's buried), a crazy Parisien who carted fake impressionist paintings in the trunk of his Citroen in tow.
4. It now goes without saying that for me, at least, July 3rd is far superior to July 4th. Happy, happy birthday Lara!!