hi·a·tus

18 Jul

hi·a·tus

[hahy-ey-tuhs]

noun, plural  hi-a-tus-es, hi-a-tus.

1.  a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.

2.  a missing part; gap or lacuna:  Scholars attempted to account for the hiatus in the amazing Zuzu Bluebottom blog entries. 

3.  any gap or opening.

4.  Grammar, Prosody.  the coming together, with or without break or slight pause, and without contraction, of tow vowels in successive words or syllables, as in see easily.

5.  Anatomy.  a natural fissure, cleft, or foramen in a bone or other structure.

In Zurich last month….definitely a highlight of my trip to Europe.

I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus for the last month and a half.  But Zuzu will be back in action…..starting today.

A couple of recent pics…..a little bit of travel….a little bit of the Dallas pool and lake scene.

See you soon…love you.  xoxoxoxoxo

Marina Abramovic installation at Art Basel.

pool party (thank you Chris).

out on the lake (thank you Bill).

pool party (thank you John and Wendy)

2 Responses to “hi·a·tus”

  1. james July 18, 2012 at 6:54 pm #

    about time

    [uh-bout] [tahym]

    1. When something finally happens after waiting and enduring delays

    2. When you made blueberry muffins in your kitchen and don’t want to share them with a heavily sighing stranger that happens to be is sitting on your couch in the next room – the stranger is there because they are waiting for your neighbor, your friend, to get home to buy a roof rack from a Craigslist ad – the neighbor recently called to tell you they are delayed on the freeway (lawn chairs fell off a truck and are blocking traffic) and didn’t have the strangers phone number – the neighbor/friend/seller doesn’t want to lose the sale and requested if you saw a stranger knocking on their door to tell them the seller was on their way – it was hot outside and you mistakenly ask the stranger if they want to wait inside, which they do for what seems a long time until your neighbor/friend/seller actually gets home. When the stranger finally leaves you sit down to eat the blueberry muffins and that first bite is so good that you say, “about time.”

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