Danny was supposed to join us, but an hour went by and we decided to call him. No answer. Half an hour later he called, confessed to oversleeping, and as we were ordering dessert, he showed up for his morning tea. We talked about this and that, and decided to walk over to Miriam's to see her latest quilt, in its almost-completed state. It was 3PM, on a warm. sunny day. We went via Yavneh Street and came upon a vision: Lucas, a new trattoria at the new Lev Tel Aviv building complex. The sun was glittering on very attractive patio tables, and we unanimously agreed to have a drink in the sun. The place had a luxury-cruise feel to it, so we order luxury-cruise drinks: apricot margarita (Miriam), strawberry daiquiri (Danny), and classic mimosa (me). By this time Danny was ready for a meal, and we toasted him through it. Lucas has been open for just three weeks, and when Danny finished his (perfectly pepared) fish, we were presented with a plate of complimentary petits fours that were truly melt-in-your-mouth.
We walked up Yohanan HaSandlar Street, observing newly-renovated buildings right and left. By the time we got to Miriam's, it was almost 5PM. Her quilt is a masterpiece. She based her design on a painting by
I can see why Heath Ledger is being compared to Marlon Brando...he just was the taciturn cowboy, tormented by locked-up tender feelings; his acting made them palpable. I recently read, for the first time, Larry McMurtry's 1971 masterpiece Lonesome Dove, and the McMurtry knack for writing dry cowboy dialog has not waned. The cowboys have unlimited physical horizons, and limited capacities for verbal expression, mostly wry. In "Brokeback Mountain," just like in "Remains of the Day," nothing much happens except longing and partings, but it wasn't boring.
Miriam enjoyed her birthday, not the least because it just unfolded on its own. It was a potter's birthday.