What a Difference a Door Makes

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.)

Wedding Happiness

James and I went to a beautiful wedding on Saturday. My friends Mark and Rebecca celebrated making their vows with elan and love. Nothing is nicer than watching two great people make a heartfelt commitment in front of their families and loved ones. I wish them many many years of joy, and adventure and happiness. (and they had the most adorable flower boy I have ever seen. what a charmer!)

Now That's News

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.

It's a Wrap

We've had a lot of fun for the last 17 days. Some true suspense. Along with way too many commercials for Revolution, the future Armageddon show, that NBC is worried that no one will be watching this fall. But, back to the Olympics, and a chance to share in the efforts of the talented, industrious, driven,  sometime scowling, and sometime ecstatic athletes, along with their nail biting parents and zealous coaches. (editor's note- I don't think I am the future parent of an Olympic bound athlete)  We enjoyed the spectacle, display, fierceness and pageantry. (Well, it was a weird opening ceremony...) And thanks to the many extremely hard working broadcast staff who made sure we saw it all, including Chang W. Lee of the NY Times who took the wonderful picture I've swiped and posted above.

Station House Jazz

Lisa Maxwell, my multi-talented friend, invited us to join her and her husband at the Hastings Station Cafe, a vintage metro-north station house that has been recently converted for its current use. Friday nights there are gatherings of jazz players and for a $5 cover charge, you can hear some world class music. Led by Rivertowns musicians Jay Azzolina and Ron Vincent, the players assemble, rotate, play their beautiful instruments with a sweet passion as the occasional train rumbles by. We meant to spent an hour or two and ended being some of the last people there. When something spontaneous, exciting and wonderful happens- it's hard to tear yourself away. So while this new venture is in place, and life allows, make your way to Hastings-on-Hudson on a Friday night. I couldn't recommend it more.