Natalie carried Paco and Kyle carried a broom stick through the Conservatory of FlowersHope pointed out that I could seek outt the Aquatic Room, which felt just like Florida, in the winter. Like an 18th century poet leaving stuffy dirty grey Europe for a snaitorium on some island I would gladly pay the 3 dollars to sit on a bench under the brilliant crosshatched ceiling of this Victorian greenhouse and wear a tank top. Near flat, shallow hot bodies of water and rubbery green leaves. I imagine breaking in here at night to float on my back through the mangroves and enormous lily pads, Basil E style. This place the apotheosis of the sculptured and buttery light in all the corners of Florida front porches and screened in pools.There was a also a Joseph Cornell kind-of room with its Victorian Pot Culture, its Wheel of Flora-tune, a winged seahorse-horse, and an antique carousel zebra who was dressed like Natalie. In some ways, it reminded me of Disneyworld (when it was smaller, more rickety and charming) and the It’s a Small World Ride.Everyone came to the piñata-party. And a dog! And a baby! Thanks guys! (I fear I miscommunicated about the piñata prizes though, because most of the stuff was left behind. Now what will I do with all these cactus stickers?) We left Paco’s torso beside the tree where we had reveled as an offering, in the hopes of more sunlight this week.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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