Nothing can bring a real sense of security into the home except true love.
~ Billy Graham
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.
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.”
current report from weather underground:
i love nyc. even with many of the challenges it provides on a daily basis, i just love ny. ♥ there are however, some things i am still working on coming to peace with; things like the ny dmv, the subway during rush hour and the
inept humane society. other than these few things, i love almost everything about this city.
the other day i made an appointment at a local country vet up here in the woods near susan’s country retreat, where i have spent a good part of the summer so far. for ivan’s monthly rx refill, i generally go to the humane society on e. 59th street. reading this previously blogged post on the humane society will give you a hint as to my feelings about the service they provide. i had an additional visit with them since that post, but i was so upset by it, i chose to work on my anger towards the people who work there (who i am sure are doing the best they can under the circumstances they find themselves in daily, but still. . . ), rather than blog about it. that visit was one month ago and my blood pressure has now returned to it’s normal level and i think i’m ready to compare my last visit at the vet in nyc to my recent visit to woodhill veterinary clinic in upstate ny.
my last appointment at the humane society in the city was scheduled for 2:30 in the afternoon. i arrived on time, signed in and sat down in the 12’x15′ waiting area alongside about 15 other people and their animals. dogs were barking wildly, cats meowing, and 1 guy was standing over by the reception area (approximately 4 feet from the sitting space) with a ferocious pit bull. this dog obviously trained for fighting, was inside a crate, fully muzzled and bucking like a wild boar to escape the crate. the crate was moving around as the owner attempted to hold it still. animals in the waiting area were reacting in fear (as were most of the humans).
ivan is almost 14 ( 98 in dog years ), cannot stand for long periods of time and gets nervous in crowds. after approximately 5 minutes he began to shake and that soon morphed into an all out anxiety attack. at 3:00 i went back to the reception area where i waited 15 minutes for someone to acknowledge me.
me: “hi, i had an appointment for 2:30 and it’s now 3:15. my dog is having a really hard time and i was wondering how much longer you think we’ll have to wait.”
receptionist: “i don’t know. we’re very busy.”
about 5 minutes later, they called in a patient who had arrived well after ivan and i. then another. at 3:45, i noticed a sign on the wall stating the office closes at 4:00. the agitated woman sitting next to me told me her appointment was for 2:45. i sympathized and let her know mine was at 2:30. i went back to reception to make sure ivan’s file hadn’t fallen through the cracks. as i waited for a human being to come to the reception window, the bucking pitbull managed to separate the top half from the bottom half of his crate and bust out right next to me. he was held back from the crowd by his owner & at that point, the staff thought it would be a good idea to get him out of the public area, and put him in the next available room. following that incident, they called in the woman with the appointment scheduled for 2:45!
i was furious and ivan could barely stand. he had been shaking steadily for more than 1.5 hours when a staff member finally came to the window it was 4:10. before i had the opportunity to inform him of my grievances, he yelled at me.
“i know you’re here! and no, we didn’t lose your chart! there are a lot of sick dogs here!”
this, he says, as i stood with my 98 year old dog who was practically having seizures at that point?
i promptly left. ivan & i stood outside the door on east 59th street wondering how we were going to make it 7 blocks to get home in the condition we were in.
this months vet visit was quite a different experience. we arrived in time for our 1:00 appointment to find one sweet woman with her bouncy 10 month old labrador puppy in the waiting room. a minute or two after our arrival, a woman from the local wildlife conservation society rushed in with a small cat crate under her arm. it contained a baby deer. the animal techs rushed her into a back room right away.
fawn emergency & all, we were seen immediately. dr. susan tanner examined ivan and wrote his rx. as i stood at the reception desk while my bill was being printed, a call came in. the woman kindly apologized for having to take the call. it was for a goat spay.
me: “do you get a lot of people calling for appointments to spay their goat?”
receptionist: “oh yes, we do a lot of that.”
on that note, i smiled and left the office 25 minutes after i had arrived.
thank you dr. tanner & co.
“Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless.”
~ Mother Teresa
#1. wear boots in grass
as i stood barefoot in the grass today, a snake slithered right past my foot. ivan was close by relieving himself. he was a bit startled as the snake approached him. he didn’t notice the snake but seemed to be some what alarmed by my blood curdling scream as the snake made it’s way toward him. i may have scared the snake as well because i don’t even think he noticed ivan was peeing on him as he slithered right through ivan’s legs.
#2. i don’t ever want to be a cow
seriously, could you stand this for even 10 minutes?
these cows are having a serious meeting. presumably about the fly situation.
“Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.”
~ Auguste Rodin
love ♥ love ♥ love ♥ them both!
“i don’t deserve this award . . . . but i have arthritis and i don’t deserve that either.”
~ Jack Benny
sometimes the junk-mail-type-emails i get are really funny!
If you ever feel something you’ve said sounded a little bit stupid, just dig this up and read it again; you’ll begin to think you’re a genius.
enjoy the day!
this is a public service announcement.
“It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.”
~ Walt Disney
ivan and i have been hiding out at my friend susan’s secret retreat up in the middle of nothing but trees and animals. we’ve been here for 5 days and so far we’ve made a lot of new friends. here are just a few:
ivan has taken the opportunity to teach his new friend his favorite sport, grass rolling. here he is doing a demonstration:
a good time was had by all.
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
e. e. cummings
It’s the creepy alternative to a beach cooler.
The state Office of Mental Health is selling a morgue refrigerator from a Manhattan psychiatric ward on eBay — calling it “used” but “in good condition.”
The bizarre ad lists the huge silver appliance, equipped with four doors for body storage, as having “signs of cosmetic wear” but being “fully operational.”
The fridge looks plucked from the set of “Law & Order: SVU.” At 8 feet tall and 6 feet wide, it could fit nearly 2,000 12-ounce cans of beer. . . .
“Every once in a while, we get an unusual item — and this would be that,” said spokeswoman Heather Groll.
“You don’t get to vote on what is. Have you noticed?”
~ Byron Katie
click here to read about the super sweet blogger award nomination from shaun.
and click here to read about my new liebster award from mary!
and be sure to check out the musings of these 2 amazing blogger-peeps!
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
~ Jean Baptiste
i was just about to step off the curb to cross 61st street on first avenue today when i noticed a cab trying to manifest a middle lane in between two cars. he was not very successful.
so this poor couple who were just driving along, minding their own business, now have a crashed up car because the cabbie thought he could save 2 seconds getting to where ever it was he was headed.
the man who’s car was struck by the time-crazed cabbie got out to assess the situation. he asked the cabbie, in a much calmer tone than i may have had, to straighten his wheels and back up. the cab driver put the car in reverse without straightening the wheels first, and proceeded to re- swipe the entire length of the passenger side of the car, much to the horror of the woman sitting inside.
the people who had been stopped at the red light on first avenue eventually got tired of waiting for the cab driver to figure out how to get out of the middle of the intersection and when the light turned green, they drove right up the avenue as if there wasn’t a giant accident in the middle of the road.
and therein lies all the excitement i have for this tuesday.
keep calm & carry on . . . .
“Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.”
while browsing craigslist’s writing/editing jobs today, i saw this
opportunity which i decided to pass on, but thought i would
pass along . . . .
Work hours, location and salary:
> One hour or so per day – flat $100/wk
> You set the hours
> Work from anywhere you choose
Ideal candidate for this job is similar to dating candidates sought:
> Pretty, thin, educated female in her 20s or 30s (with great taste and strong writing ability)
If This Part-Time Job is For You:
> Email to firstname.lastname@example.org your picture, resume and lengthy enough response to assess your writing ability
> Indicate why this job will be easy and fun for you and describe why you believe that you have great taste and a discerning eye
i’m positive i’m not the only new yorker who is completely fed up with duane reade (the nyc drugstore which is found on every other corner in the city – see reviews). last year duane reade was purchased by walgreens and it was the hope of all city peeps that the acquisition would improve the quality of service in the stores. nope. didn’t happen. still atrocious. (when was the last time you heard thae word atrocious? funny, isn’t it? that’s just what popped into my head . . . . 🙂 ) anyway, i have boycotted duane reade several times over the years but eventually end up going back because they are always so close by – no matter where i live.
my first boycott was after the time i purchased mascara at DR only to find it had no bristles on the brush when i opened it. the duane reade store manager refused the return. i wrote a letter to the ceo of duane reade and i never got a response. like father, like son . . . i realized why many DR employees are the worst in america – because dad doesn’t care.
i have many, many more duane reade stories, but to keep it short, i’ll just relay part 1 of yesterday’s incident and write a second post on the second act of stupidity.
scene 1: i went to the DR on my block with a prescription and this was the conversation with the pharmacy employee (pe):
me: hi, do you have this?
pe: no. we have no customers for it, so we don’t keep it in stock.
me: i have this rx every single month and every time i come here, you tell me you have no customers for this drug. do you think you could keep it on hand so that i don’t have to call other pharmacies each month to find one that has this on hand?
pe: no. we can’t stock that drug because we don’t get orders for it. we can only order what we’ve sold the month before.
me: how could you possibly sell something you don’t have, in order to get it into the system to generate the sale for next months re-order?
pe: blank stare. no response. nada.
after about 30 seconds of staring eyeball to eyeball in complete silence, i turned around and headed home to make the litany of phone calls in search of my rx and wonder why she has a job and i’m unemployed.
“Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege.”
the other day i passed by a street vendor selling decorative signage on 5th avenue. this was by far my favorite sign:
i was a bit tempted . . .
“You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.”
~ Bill Cosby
everyday the story of the day arrives in my inbox and makes me smile. love those story peeps. . . .
“Genius. It is just attention to something specific. That’s all it is.”
~ Esther Hicks