Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.
~ Billy Graham
even though it’s down-pouring outside, it feels good to be heading back towards the city today. i’ll leave susan’s secret retreat today, spend 2 days in jersey, and wake up in my own bed on east 52nd street on sunday morning. 🙂
it’s been raining here for the last 3 days which means no cell phone service, and intermittent internet. i have to keep watching the modem – and if the green light goes on, i make a mad rush to the computer to check my e-mail. sometimes i can get through 3 or 4 before the internet goes out again. although this may have been the quietest summer i’ve ever experienced, i did manage to meet 2 people and several hundred animals – all of which i will tell you about when i get back to civilization. in the mean time, i will leave you with some pictures of this amazing place in upstsate ny.
here ivan is enjoying the view from the deck at sunset:
the local cuisine:
interesting reading material:
some of my new friends:
and a flower encircled silo:
a giant ‘thank you’ to susan for lending me this wonderful space for the summer. i am forever grateful to you! (and if you’re interested, she’ll rent it to you – just let me know – the fall is spectacular and there’s skiing just around the corner. )
i’m expecting some miracles this week. i’m very excited about it and i’ve decided to expect some every day from now on.
just keeping you up to date.
Acts of kindness, however small – a smile, a compliment, a helping hand – plant seeds of hope, love, and beauty in a spectacular garden you’ll one day call home.
Talk about ‘Miracle Grow,’
~ The Universe
They’ll drink to that!
Booze lovers are toasting the Democratic mayoral candidates, who say almost unanimously that if elected they’ll let New Yorkers swill a beer on their stoops.
When asked the question in the “lightning round” at Wednesday’s Democratic mayoral debate, all the candidates — except Erick Salgado, a minister — said city residents should be able to drink a beer on their stoops.
“I should be able to drink ’em in a park and at the beach, too,” Anthony Weiner added.
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.
The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.
Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?
“He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? God’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked,” Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?”
He replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” However, before his son responded, he added,” You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!
missing the city . . . .
although the country can be nice in the summer time, i am really missing all of the things i love about nyc. i miss central park, the
dorm-room apartment building drama, i miss my neighbors – and people in general, i miss walking to places and i miss thong man.
here is an old post i will re-read & reminisce . . . .
walking ivan tonight i ran into the opportunity i’ve waited 3 years for. i actually had my iphone camera handy when thong man came running up 2nd avenue. unfortunately he wasn’t wearing his nude pantyhose because they are way better than the black body stocking he was sporting this evening. this must be his summer outfit.
i am counting the days until august 14th when i return back to nyc – where i belong.
“Of course life is bizarre, the more bizarre it gets, the more interesting it is. The only way to approach it is to make yourself some popcorn and enjoy the show.”