The second wondrous trip was a month long adventure in Italy with Earl - beginning with a week in Rome with his grand daugther Arianne, a first time traveler abroad. I had the good fortune to write nine travel posts for Houston's Paper City Magazine about what we saw and ate and loved in Rome, Naples, Bologna and Florence.
|Arianne rests a moment in the Forum.|
|Earl, Roma Prize fellow, and grand daughter Arianne at the American Academy.|
|The three of us in the American Academy gardens.|
|Arianne poses infront of a section of an art installation along the Tiber. See my Paper City|
story for more details. Artist water blasted his images, cleaning the walls and leaving the grime
as drawings that stretch a quarter of a mile.
2016 was DREADful in other ways besides mycotoxins and the presidential election. My brother John was diagnosed in early summer with tongue cancer. I told John, emphatically, that he could not die before me, that I could not live on this earth without him. The day of his last treatment, he allowed me into his new world and we began to walk the halls of MD Anderson together.
So, back to more 2016 good things. In addition to those two trips last spring. Mary B and Queta came to Houston for Thanksgiving and even in a week's time, we did not get in all the visiting we'd have liked. That day we shared in Galveston was wonder-filled with a walk on the beach, plus terrific and unexpected clothes shopping. And then there were family suppers and a big Thankgiving day. We cook and we converse.
I watched Earl take a bow during a curtain call for Houston Grand Opera's fourth production of Faust, using sets he designed in 1983. That Faustian curtain of his can dominate the entire theater.
My big orange cat Farrell died late this fall, painfully, in the early morning hours. We sat over him, administering affection and soft pats. I still miss him when I return home and he is not at his post in the driveway, unsmiling cat ready to greet us.