Didn’t blog this weekend and I apologize to both of you who read this blog. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, daughter.

What kept me away from the keyboard, you may ask. Hmmm. A gentleman never kisses and tells.

Friday, went to JRB at the Elms to see the Function as Art show Joy Reed Belt put on. As usual, it was a lovely time with champagne and munchies and a very laid back and comfortable crowd of people. I went with my usual crowd of The Gary, Oz and Deb, SuzArt, etc. As I predicted. I really liked Diane Cody’s silk. I had no way of knowing how much I would like a good deal of the other, all three dimensional, works. Michi Susan’s pottery, Brooks Tower’s mosaic, some of the other artists’ sculptural work and especially tableware, all were worthy of anyone’s good notice. Original and beautiful work of ceramic, metal and wood all attracted me beyond my pocketbook. If you did not go see this show, you must do so if you have any love for beauty.

I tried to make a show that featured Pseudodance and Nicole Moan’s ceramic bustiers at 8th and Broadway over the weekend, but by the time I got there, it was over. I will say that Elastic Cafe’s models made the Moan work look good and vice versa. Jennifer, you ROCK!!!

Other than that, I mostly stayed in my home over the weekend. The cool weather and my warm hearth combined to keep me away from the SuzArt and Button Edgemere garage sale, to my everlasting regret, but I didn’t set foot out of the house the whole of Saturday except for the 10 steps out my door to check the weekend mail and I scurried back inside in my cold sock feet.

Didn’t watch the World Series and have no idea what happened. I really didn’t even answer my phone or check my email. I watched a movie, “Layer Cake”, with the new James Bond in the lead role and now I’m overdue on returning the rented DVD. I liked the movie and thought the actor will make a good Bond; he reminds me a good deal of a British Steve McQueen.

I suspect most of you don’t want to hear about how I cleaned the house and put away a box full of Frankhoma dishes that match my dinner plates, etc. I seem to have needed the “downtime” and to just relax and listen to music and otherwise be quiet.

The other big deal for me this past weekend was family. My sister and brother in law were in town with their friend, Kevin. Also here were my Uncle Jim and Aunt Dot from Mississippi. Kerry, my brother in law, and Uncle Jim tried to play a round of golf at Oak Tree, but it took them an hour and a half to get from my Mom’s house in Heritage Hills up to the course because they got lost. They were so lost that when they got to the course, they went to the pro course instead of the East course and even got lost in the parking lot when they picked up their cart. This made for a good deal of back and forth hilarity from two of the funniest men on the planet. Their earlier foray to Hefner was more successful, I must add, and, to hear them tell it, it was Kerry with the better round at Hefner and Jim the better at Oak Tree. The story about the 70 foot put for birdie was a little on the unbelievable side, but who am I to question such a thing?

Speaking of family, my sister from the East Coast says I never mention her. My baby sister is Mary E. and she is absolutely a doll. Spoiled as hell, of course, but what would one expect from a gorgeous woman who was raised as the baby? I recall quite clearly that my first alone in the car not a double date but a real date to go to the drive in was chaperoned by Mary E. She just whined and cried and threw such a hissy fit that my date and my mother made me take her along. Talk about ruined plans!!! She turned out quite nicely, despite her beginnings. Some day, you may all read here the five rules I’ve learned from her about dating. Hell, why not now?

FIVE RULES FOR DIVORCED WOMEN

1. Make the first date coffee or lunch so you can escape — never never go to dinner before finding out if you can tolerate him for more than an hour.

2. Watch how he treats his mother; he won’t treat you better than he treats her.

3. If his finances are messed up, his life is messed up.

4. A man wants most what he thinks he won’t get, so say “no” at least once.

5. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A DIAMOND TOO BIG OR TOO GAUDY!!!

Th-Th-That’s All Folks! Elvis has left the building.