“What is not started today is never finished tomorrow.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
since it was 10 degrees when i got up this morning and it looks like it’s heading down to the single digits tonight and i have promised not to complain about the weather this winter, i have nothing to say. here is a nice picture for you look at instead.
i have much higher expectations for 2011.
“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”
– Oscar Wilde
Instead of sipping watered-down drinks at a crowded open bar,
ring in the new year by going on this ever-popular four-mile run.
DJs and a dance party await you at the finish line.
Registration is $50 in advance, and it’s free to watch;
visit nyrr.org for more info.
ok, sign me up . . . not! i want to go just to see if anyone actually signed up for this. it’s 24 degrees out right now and chances are it will still be a bit chilly in 4 more days – i’m just saying . . . i would rather eat glass.
“In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
we called my mom’s mother ‘mommy marge’. she was way to hip to call grandma. she had it going on til the very end – taking yoga classes, meeting her friends at the beach everyday in the summer and travelling. she lived in ct. we would visit her several times a year when she lived at 33 spruce street – the house where my mom grew up, and once in a while she would come to nj and stay with us for a couple of days. by the time i got to college she had moved into a little house in fairfield, just 2 blocks down from the beach. all of my friends knew mommy marge and they all loved her. my college friends & i would invade her orderly little home for weekend get-aways at the beach. she loved the company and had no problem letting us come & go as we pleased. she never cared how many people i brought to crash at her house and she seemed to love them all. she had a special affection for debbie who was my college roommate. i remember once returning to my apartment in hartford to find debbie on the phone with my grandmother. . . just chatting. my friends and i knew all of her friends at the beach; maude & barbara especially. after the beach we would hang out with her in the living room and take turns showering for a night out. she loved it when we took her out to dinner with us. as she got ready for bed, we would head out to the sea grape or some other college type bar. there was no curfew and she always looked forward to the stories of our escapades the next morning. i miss those days and i miss mommy marge.
here she is in the 1960’s with my uncle and grandfather. i loved that dress. she bought it for my uncle’s wedding and it hangs in my closet today. here i am 30+ years later wearing the dress.
mommy marge was born on december 27th. the year is still a mystery.
happy birthday, mommy marge!
“Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they don’t like him.”
- Marlene Dietrich
(also born on december 27th – 1901)
i saw it in the post so i knew it was true . . . a blizzard. the city is supposed to get 16 inches and i’ll be stuck out in jersey! missing one of my very favorite things – snow in the city on a sunday. sunday is the best for snow because it stays whiter longer and it soooo quiet when it snows in the city.
i think jersey has about 5 or 6 inches already & it’s supposed to snow through the night and into tomorrow -but it’s not as bad as it could be . . . i have ivan with me and a brand new exceptionally cool armadillo that my brother & sister-in-law gave me for christmas. here he is:
thomas’ kids scored high in the most excellent gift department too. here is my new favorite necklace of all time:
yes, christmas was insanely good in the present department and my new ipad was an awesome gift from my parents. and, the sound of music which is the #1 best movie of all time is on television, making the whole trapped in nj thing as good as it could be.
“Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.”
– Thich Nhat Hanh
“How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”
“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
— Dr. Seuss
whether you admit it or not – you just have to love the ny post!
today’s headline story:
“If she weren’t a mannequin, this blow-up sex doll might also have filed a complaint against the allegedly pervy doctor who owns her.”
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”
– Dr. Suess
i love this! ask the laughing buddha any question – i just did and got a really great answer to my question. check it out at lifepositive.com .
“No one asks you to throw Mozart out of the window. Keep Mozart. Cherish him. Keep Moses too, and Buddha and Lao Tzu and Christ. Keep them in your heart. But make room for the others, the coming ones, the ones who are already scratching on the window-panes.”
– Henry Miller
1. boss calling at 6:57 in the morning
- especially a friday morning
- extra especially a friday morning you have taken as a vacation day
2. being awakened at 6:57 on a vacation friday when it is 12 degrees outside.
3. getting sick the day before your first day off since may – coughing up that green stuff & rushing to the doctor in hopes of salvaging your first day off since may by wishing as hard as possible that the prescribed antibiotic will kick in before your vacation day – only to be told that “these infections generally go away in a couple of days – if you’re still sick on monday, come back but i don’t want to prescribe an antibiotic now, just rest and take nyquill at night, dayquill in the day and flush your sinuses with saline 3x a day”
“Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment”
– Henry David Thoreau
A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief
– Valerie Cox