  I woke up this morning slowly. Knowing that there was no urlLink coffee left, I idled in bed listening to urlLink music and watching old sheer white curtains billow in the breeze the way I have always imagined them billowing when my mother first hung them more than 20 years ago in Athens. These curtains were made for a breeze like this, and all of those years that they hung in our apartment in New York--where I remember them from--seem like a waste. These are tropical curtains. The gecko look about right when the occasional one ducks under the folds. This is how I think in the morning, I guess, putting back together memories of wind from when my family lived in Greece and I was too young to remember anything.
We got up and I urlLink read while Chris fed the starter. He is planning to bake bread on Thursday and Friday to get the feel of the oven here--though he is itching to start baking in an oven that has been heated by a woodfire, this one will have to do for the moment. We went for coffee, and most importantly to buy coffee for the next week or so, and then spent the afternoon running errands.
While I silently planned my perfect grilled cheese sandwich for dinner, I also made a couple of bakery phone calls and left pleading messages for people to call me back. As Chris often points out, I hate waiting. And all of this waiting is driving me crazy. The amazingly bright spot was the fabulous belated birthday gift that Chris received from his brother and sister: four pinot noir glass from urlLink Riedel's new O collection . (thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, and I wasn't even the birthday boy. ) They are very cool. His sister gave them to him in a bag, each set of two wrapped in a different box. You know he didn't see the gift coming because he greedily reached into the bag, took out a box, lifted it his ear, and started to shake it . Half a shake was all it took for him to hear the rattle, and suddenly his face shifted from curiosity to horror.
He was convinced that he had broken them. After a frantic, yet careful unwrapping, we discovered that all of the glasses were fine... And I was thankful for the fact that he can recognize the sound of Riedel! He is feeding the starter again, as everyday goes. And tonight we will set the alarm for a little bit earlier because a friend has come into two fresh Snappers and Chris is excited to figure out what to do with them for dinner. 
