Posted by Loulou on Dec 6, 2014 | 2 comments

Aretha Franklin singing “Respect”, Otis Redding’s song Well, I was pretty shocked this morning to read about how many slurs the President of the United States has to suffer at the hands of that other party who want so much to see him fail. And I was doubly shocked to find that even Mr. Obama’s kids and Michelle are the target of...

Posted by Loulou on Dec 5, 2014 | 4 comments

Mama, are you okay? Oh, boy, I’m just going to have to give it to you straight.   Mama was watching Homeland and it was so tense, so shocking, that she couldn’t help me get my act together and edit my stuff so I’m just going to have to apologize and say that tomorrow I’ll have someone to lean on.  I hope. That is if she manages to...

Posted by Loulou on Dec 4, 2014 | 2 comments

(Thank you, Mirror.uk for storm pic) Oh, boy, was mama wet when she came home. She looked like a drowned rat, haha! I know, that’s not very nice, but she did. After a lovely magical meeting and lunch with her friend, Gabriella (who happens to be papa’s ex and who is loved very much by mama and papa alike), the deluge started. Thank heaven I was...

Posted by Loulou on Dec 3, 2014 | 2 comments

Can this happen? Mama and papa and I think so. I am reading more and more about countries (136 now and more to come) supporting a two-state resolution for Israel and Palestinians.  One cannot say Palestine of course because there really isn’t one. Yet. If that were to happen on Obama’s watch, it would certainly repair the often-maligned...

Posted by Loulou on Dec 2, 2014 | 2 comments

No longer friends? Maybe that’s okay. Well, I was doing some research on Mr. Netanyahu and if ever there was a political bully, it is he. Thank heaven I am not HIS kitty. Let me just say this: Israel is possibly headed for new elections, thanks to a portion of Mr. Netanyahu’s cabinet members who are opposed to him naming Israel “the...

Posted by Loulou on Dec 1, 2014 | 4 comments

Things grow everywhere all over our magic city. Prosciutti curing in a food shop window. Marzipan fruits in a Sicilian bakery. A violin maker called a liutaio, originally a “maker of lutes”. The inside of the violin shop. A little deer head on the top of a small church in the piazza sant’ Eustachio Cavolo nero, a Roman cabbage, ready to...