Woke this morning in a haze because Jim was talking up a blue streak in the apartment below me at 4AM. Tossed and turned to shut him out, but couldn’t, so the Bean and I just got up. We went for a walk while it was pitch dark outside and the fog was loosely woven. Stopped in the LaLa to retrieve light bulbs that don’t work in the fancy shmancy fans. Then as we crossed…
The other day when I was with the J-man walking down Magazine, we ran into Tommy Malone who called me Red Riding Hood – I said no, it’s actually Rachel – he said no, I remember you as Red Riding Hood. Begs the question – am I everything that a big bad wolf could want?
It’s night four and so far Hanukkah Harry has not appeared – I guess I still have to replenish my karma since my badness spilled over into this year. Not even socks – the ultimate Hanukkah gift – practical and affordable. Maybe Hanukkah Harry just doesn’t know where to find me since I’m scattered all over the place with no real home. Lesson learned – next time you move into a “temporary” situation – take…
A friend sent this video and unfortunately it has such a darn catchy tune: My friend, Dr Music, says he saw this on Saturday Night Live and believes Justine Timberlake is destined to break out of his pop bubble and actually become something real.
I was speaking to a girlfriend last night about growing up boy crazy. We were laughing about a time I remembered when my father told me to back away from the window when I was 5 years old and watching with fascination as the boy across the street played war with his green plastic soldiers. Which brings me to this morning – I met with Joe Pieri to measure my cabinets for the slab counter…
They’re everywhere – fluttering and flitting about – and then dying right before your eyes – delicate wings on chubby black bellies.
I walked Arlene before it was light this morning, cloaked by dense fog, and I felt a sense of urgency to slow down. The holiday season is here – I’ve barely listened to my Christmas music, although I’ve been lighting the menorah every night. I didn’t go to the lighting in Jackson Square. I missed the carroling at the Cavalry Church on Saturday evening. This next week promises to be busy with reports coming in…
That’s what my tea bag said this evening. So on that note – I must say that Eli’s Coming has been pervasive not just with me, G said she feels it too. I have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do – today I took my long bike ride, riding back over to West End to see how it has progressed. It has, although the boat houses are all hammered. But the park has been…
I was chatting with a friend about mutual friends we have and who he is close to and who I am close with. He mentioned a friend of ours and shook his head – said he felt for her because she seems to have lost her inner compass. I agreed, but don’t know what the reason is for that. How come some people possess a fine inner compass and some don’t, while others need lots…
It is so beautiful outside, I can’t begin to tell you. Of course, my lens on the world is cloudy today after having stayed up late last night and then waking up at 3:30AM with house terrors – I thought G was still asleep on my couch but she had snuck out. I got up and finally took an Atavan as I could not shake the terrors which seemed more virulent than the ones that…