octopus ceviche

2009-03-21T00:06:00.000-04:00

changes

2009-03-20T23:57:00.002-04:00

i can't sleep tonight for so many reasons. It begins with the 367 days since Dexter. I miss him and know with much certainty that he would have loved my new apartment. His ashes are in a wee urn on my book case. I love that they are there, but if I stare at the urn, I cry. I am human and he was feline, and we were soul mates for 19 years.

2009-01-26T11:18:00.000-05:00

it's a new dawn, it's a new day....

2009-01-21T09:01:00.002-05:00

IT'S A GIRL!

2009-01-09T14:36:00.002-05:00

My sister is having a GIRL!

I can't wait to be an Aunt!

11 CHAIRS

2008-12-09T19:33:00.004-05:00

When you are planning to move, the old space has a way of becoming a transient dumping ground of disorganized chaos. The new space, in my mind, is a clean and pristine canvas in which to take our time with to get just right. perfect. organized and color coded. clutter free.

In my mind, there is no way the new space could ever take on the disorganization that exists in the old. nope. no way.

We have the luxuriously wonderful luxury of overlapping our time in the old space while taking on the new. I have visions of taking items over one at a time. I am planning to have the painting and electric work and construction work done before we take any items over. It is a fabulous idea.

That being said, I have been collecting treasures for the new space. These treasures are piled high; stacked up on each other. Over the past months I have collected 11 chairs. 4 antique, french dining chairs. an antique, Balinese deck chair. 2 ultra modern, Knoll chairs. a Chinese Chippendale chair covered in burnt-orange velvet. 2 tiger striped, club chairs and a basic, black desk chair. A little bit of everything and I love them all.

There is absolutely no way they will all physically fit in the new space. Style-wise they most certainly will not work in the new space. nope. no way. It would be hideous.

Chris is a trooper and only very silently rolled his eyes as each new chair was delivered and unpacked. He helped push the chairs against the wall to keep enough room in the current space for us to walk. There isn't much space left. He hasn't even seen the Chinese Chippendale yet; it was just delivered tonight...

It is time to pick a design style and stick to it. I can store the chairs that don't make the cut or I can open a chair store.

11 chairs

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2008-10-08T12:28:00.001-04:00

My 35th Birthday!

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Christopher...

2008-07-14T18:44:00.003-04:00

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart"

on the eve of a single year, I can't imagine my life without you in it. My future is everything you and everything us.

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GLYNWOOD

2008-06-27T11:32:00.002-04:00

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POLO SEASON BEGINS!

2008-06-01T21:16:00.003-04:00

and some more

2008-05-15T18:54:00.004-04:00

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NEW PICS FROM THE FARM

2008-05-14T21:33:00.005-04:00

I am the happiest I have ever been. the only thing missing from these photos is Chris. Next time, he will hopefully be there too!

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DEXTER

2008-03-12T22:01:00.004-04:00

MY DARLING DEXTER

2008-03-08T13:24:00.000-05:00

my darling Dexter is in heaven now.

Chris and I took Dexter to the vet this morning and after a long battle with Diabetes and kidney failure, decided it was time. Dexter decided as well. We had an agreement that he would tell me when he was ready. When I woke up this morning, he was staring at me. The past week was difficult for Dexter. He had trouble walking and lost all interest in food. He was not suffering, but his quality of life had declined rapidly enough that I have been sick with worry.

One of the most incredible things about Dexter is how regal he was. He was a proud cat. I placed his favorite blanket on the exam table and he walked out of his carry-case and snuggled down on it. He crossed his front paws and started to purr in a heavy and labored way. We cuddled and he let out a silent meow that told me, for certain, that he was ready. He wasn't scared, just tired and drained.

Dr. Pirotin (a wonderful cat specialist) gave him a tranquilizer and Dexter slipped into a deep sleep. I was nose to nose with Dexter as his tired little body let go. I was the last thing he saw.

We wrapped Dexter up in his blanket and sat with him for a few minutes before the vet gave him his final shot. Dexter has been getting 2 or 3 injections a day for the last 8 years. It was relief to know this was his final injection and I explained there would be no more shots in heaven.

Dexter's breathing slowly stopped. He was wrapped up snuggly. Chris commented on how regal he looked; like the mummified Egyptian cats at the Metropolitan Museum. Dexter would like that.

NEW YORK MOMENT

2008-03-06T18:43:00.002-05:00

to further boost my thoughts on New York, I want to share something that happened to me earlier today...

I was late for work and in the car service I take every morning down Fifth Avenue. The traffic was unusually high and we were at a complete standstill. The weather was close to perfect Spring temperature and I chose to get out of the car and walk the rest of the way, down Fifth, to my office on 44th Street.

I had walked about a block when I noticed a very sweet, black labrador retriever inhis golden years. His face was turning white and I figured he was about 10 years old.

His owner, was bundled up like it was single digits on the thermometer. I didn't really care to look closely at the owner, as his dog caught my fancy, not him or his strange get-up. We stood on the corner and chatted about dogs and Central Park when the man produced an orange from his pocket, peeled it (putting the peels back in his pocket) and proceeded to eat one piece and share the next piece with his trusted friend. It was very sweet and the dog happily sat, shook hands and caught his orange slices in mid air. His owner was all too thrilled to show off his well trained, albeit spoiled, dog.

I had to get going and excused myself to continue my scurry down Fifth. I looked up, as I stepped off the curb and tripped. I recognized the hooded gentleman well. Upon witnessing my recognition of him, and my flubbed attempt to apologize for not doing so earlier, he raised his finger to his mouth and went "Sshhhhhh" .... I squinted as I didn't understand what he meant. He pointed to a small group of paparazzi-esque photographers hovered outside a green awning about 50 feet away.

He said, "see those guys over there? well they are waiting for me and they think I am still inside. I snuck out the service door. I am dressed like this so they won't recognize me .... clearly it worked. And now my dog loving friend, I am going to the park to share another orange with Sam and let him run around a bit."

I smiled and walked away.

I love New York.

New York

2008-03-05T19:17:00.002-05:00

New York is the city I call home. When things seem rough and aren't going my way, this city is a kicker. It rolls you up, chews on you and spits you out with absolutely no thought or remorse about it. Those times are hideously painful and exhausting.

That being said, when things are grooving and going my way, this city is glorious. It is beautiful and I easily get caught in the wonderful web and coast through my days. Just when I think I couldn't love her more, I am reminded that my love for New York is a constant and growing thing. It doesn't cap out. It is endless.

I am in my groove. It is euphoric to walk these streets loving every inch of them. It makes all the less magical moments, even the awful moments, worth while.

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“I love New York because we order pizza from the Italian place across the street and have our laundry delivered. We take a taxi to the gym. We know exactly what we want out of life and careers, but can’t decide where to eat brunch. We make plans and don’t keep any of them. We think a studio for $1,500 a month is a steal, but get pissed when the coffee guy raises his prices 25 cents. We fight with cabbies about their driving skills, but we are 35 and have never had a driver’s license.”
—Alexis DeSieno

from New York Magazine

BACK FROM PARADISE TO AN ENTIRELY NEW ONE...

2008-02-24T19:36:00.004-05:00

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holiday

2008-02-15T15:06:00.000-05:00

I AM OFF TO THE GRENADINES FOR 10 DAYS!!

MY PERSONAL DICTIONARY...

2008-02-06T20:22:00.000-05:00

SNORGGLE: To kiss and breathe in puppy or kitty breath. To be a "snorggle" the kissing and breathing must be kept to the triangular snoot area of said animal

SNARF: To eat or drink quickly

SNARFLY: A general term for how good one feels after eating or drinking something craved

SANTA SACK: To hork (see below) a large parcel or group of parcels over a single shoulder

HORK: A general term for throwing, heaving or tossing something

THE WRAPPER: My bed. Other beds can gain the term of "wrapper" after serious investigation

NUGGIFY: The process of a puppy or kitty getting comfortable enough to take a nap

MY VOTE

2008-02-05T21:48:00.000-05:00

I can't vote in this country, but if I could .... I would have voted for Hillary today!

I will be asleep before Super Tuesday is over, I hope tomorrow morning when I wake up and fetch the paper from my door that Hillary is on the front page! ...

in and out...

2008-02-04T22:12:00.000-05:00

I am hard-wired to blog in and out accordingly...

my hardware wears down with my happy passing days. I grow softer. I can't help it. My need to blog grows dim

My mother always told me there is a certain gentleman out there and he has been looking for me.

Back then, I didn't really believe her. I wanted to think it and believe it and I did. She always knew; I was wrong. it just didn't fit. I was trying to fit in.

This certain gentleman and I found each other. it is easy to leave it at just that

2008-01-23T19:38:00.000-05:00

ME AGAIN ... in about

2008-01-10T22:02:00.000-05:00

4 weeks (and counting)... The Grenadines

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lights of my life...

2008-01-05T20:25:00.000-05:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2008-01-01T17:47:00.001-05:00