Letters to Tuvia Y3/#sol18:Last Lights


Evening Tuvia,

I  just got home from a great dinner with Bonnie and Tom and I have this slice to compose and post as the 11th March marathon is nearing its end.  The first one marked our first beach trip to Aruba. Remember my search for WiFi? Outside the computer room and in the dining room area after breakfast as you read a newspaper, any newspaper you could get your hands on.  Sometimes we did scout out a NY Times but it was never current, but hey, we were in shorts and sandals in February reading and writing on the outdoor patio.

But this winter it was all about light… new hall lights, new lights in the study to make it a room I could create in with my new monitor and new MacBook Pro… Ahhh light, it does make me feel lighter, softer, calmer and happier in this winter that never seems to leave us.

I wasn’t in the market for any more lighting  but when I took a ride with  Marla who looking for a  heating unit for her  inside/outside room I found an electric fireplace insert that didn’t  look fake in this new age of technology.  It even had a small heater so I could shut the fireplace’s flue, plug the unit into an outlet and give up duraflame logs that I buy in bulk at Home Depot, that I lug up in 3’s from the garage to my  apartment and then of course finally clean out the ashes. What a mess I made today but it was the last one.

Last year I gave up wax candles and embraced Pier One battery-operated candles that I  magically turn off and on with the click of  a remote.  Thursday I’ll pick up my new Revillusion with its remote that will  turn on the logs and manipulate  the fake flames and with an array of colors for mood and I think I’ll enjoy my space  even more than I do now.


Bonnie S.

Letters to Tuvia Y3:#sol18 3/24: Itzhak Won’t Let Me Sleep


I’m thinking about a story I watched today and I’m wondering if I need to dust off my Snowball mic and start telling digital stories with my voice again.  I have a piece to work on for a Board of Education presentation coming up in the few weeks and I’m wondering if I need to tell it with some of my voice, my words.  Not quite sure yet! I’m thinking too that there’s a story of Tuvia I need to write and share from me, for me, for others…and Itzhak Pearlman, I’m up thinking about this at 4am because of you…

Tuvia, you were sitting next to me today as Agita and I feasted on a documentary about one of your musical superstars, Itzhak Pearlman and while before you I knew him, and thought I loved his music, you took me to a higher level of understanding and appreciation for Itzhak and the group of your favorites: Zubin Mehta, Issac Stern,  of course, Lenard Bernstein conducting Beethoven.  That’s a story I’d love to share.

As I sat with Agita and watched Itzhak love his wife, his performing life, his teaching life, his family life, his fame, his worldwide life, his New York City life, his violin life, his cooking life, his Julliard life,  his friends…it’s all there… he’s even speaking Hebrew in Israel. Duh, of course he is an Israeli.

He is a part of you, of me, of us together as we sat in darkened concert halls watching him, listening to him… in Lincoln Center, Carnegie Hall.  I was always said yes to a concert,  as you took my hand in yours so you could share what made you feel so human, so connected to your life in the early days of Israeli independence when you could believe in the dream of a Jewish state…

Itzhak, I will curse you later today when I try to enjoy the march for our lives in Tarrytown.

I can’t wait to see this one again, and again and again…

Miss you,

Bonnie S.

PS I pledge that the music I use for this new digital piece I create will include the guitar version of Schindler’s List play by… me… Yes, Tuvia and Itzak, you both inspire me 🙂

PPSS When Itzak started playing Schindler’s List, I started tearing up and itching to get home and grab my guitar and work like crazy to get it up to performance level.


PPPSSS  I LOVED writing this Slice!

Original Slicer - Bonnie