For those whose know me well (especially the members of my immediate family), I have ranted on occasion about not having a bathroom door (since Mother's Day or May 13th to be exact). The door and the hardware had to come off so that my capable husband could paint the door jamb (left unfinished from our bath restoration in 2010. ) The goal of the project morphed and James decided he had to paint the door itself. Granted, this bathroom is off our bedroom, and fortunately we don't seem to require a lot of privacy from each other in this area (not true). Over three months later, I was starting to feel a little nutty. James can be very particular about his doors, and the amount of time it takes to restore one to his level of perfection can be a little maddening. (along with the hinges and screws which had to be stripped to the metal, primed and repainted.) So, here we are, achieving another milestone in our lives, the return of privacy. Last night James rehung the door. (I have been a little insistent.) He did a wonderful job and it looks fab. Now I wonder how long will it take to get a doorknob and a lock. (Don't ask- inside family joke.)
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
I don't have to worry any more about how the New York Times keeps their reporters busy.
Shopping on camera for T Magazine at Bergdorf Goodman is one of the many important news items to grace the front of the online edition of today's paper. I don't really want to think about Syria, the election, the economy, or the environment. Just give me a noteworthy pair of wildly priced shoes any day to fill my brain that "will make my leg and my foot beautiful.... a bit unexpected for Valentino". Now that's news.
Monday, August 13, 2012
We've had a lot of fun for the last 17 days. Some true suspense. Along with way too many commercials for Revolution,
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
what I have been doing wrong all along. I am too normal. Reading about Cat Marnell and how she does not give a f**k, I finally figured it out. I didn't do as many drugs as I could have, I did not sleep with more than one man at a time, or any women (well in the biblical sense) and for the past 20 years I have been unfailingly devoted as a wife and a mother. (full disclosure, I have considered homicide and my husband- but when I imagine what my children would think, and consider life behind bars, and all the bad karma, well, it was easier just to stop being mad at him.) Blame my parents for raising me with your standard sense of right and wrong, blame my own neuroses for steering me toward the less kinky path and blame fate that I ended up living the life of occasional suburban bliss. No wonder my memoirs will never top the bestseller list. Cat Marnell on the other hand, will surely be a household name (well hopefully not in my household) sometime in the near future.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Once upon a time, we spent a decent amount of time together and as we talked I appreciated all over again why I always enjoyed his company. He's a smart, funny, energetic man with all the right values. While relaxing over our meal seated on his terrace, we watched the sky deepen to nightfall. I was happy to learn of all the good things that Dal has created and accomplished since we went our separate ways. He told me about his current commitment to running IceStone USA in order to save 42 Brooklyn jobs. He's a unique individual and if there were more people like him around, our world would be a much better place.
Monday, August 6, 2012
I've been contemplating possibility a lot and how it is often better than actuality. The prospect of a dinner out, seeing an exhibit, taking a trip. It's as though in the free floating space of the future, our hopes and dreams can take flight. A while back, a friend gave me a gift from the Chanel store. I knew this because of the distinctive gift wrap. The odd thing was that the idea of possibility overtook me. I had little desire to open the gift. I liked knowing that I had something from Chanel- and that knowledge created a little bubble of excitement that might not stay the same once I had opened the package. It took me a long time to open it. I think I annoyed her in the fact that it took me so long to do so. Its contents was a set of Chanel make-up brushes- perfectly fine. But the reality of the package unopened brought me far more pleasure than the gift itself. Another reminder of how tantalizing is often the unknown.
Sunday, August 5, 2012
We've been slugging our way through s hot spell and I'm weary of pushing forward. Unable to sleep well at night, my rest interrupted, means I wander through the daylight hours unusually piqued. The house stays in its more or less okay condition, and we all find various way to do very little while trying to appear that we are still fascinating in our lassitude.
Watching the Olympics and the athletes in their four year op to go for gold reminds me that trying harder than ever is still the best way to achieve anything. Tomorrow sounds okay, but today is absolutely better.
Friday, August 3, 2012
One sculpture in particular, Spencer Finch’s Lunar whose surface (made of light emitting diodes that are powered by the scultpures' solar panels) had a beautiful glow. From a distance, watching my fellow visitors drink in its presence under a distant full moon seemed liked an illustration for something otherworldly. In my imagination, nymphs in flowing dresses were dancing an ode to its celestial light.