And I've gotten a bit older. And my favorite birthday present this year was from my dear friend Anthony -- a UKULELE!!! He has one too, so prepare for some killer Uke jam sessions in the future. I've already learned three chords and two songs . . .
It's been a week. And what a week it has been. As a reminder, here's where I was a week ago (from my Facebook post):
I can barely put into words how I am feeling, so I'll start by saying that I've been up most of the night, only sleeping for brief periods in between crying jags. I feel gutted, angry, horrified, scared, sad. I am concerned about the welfare of people in this country, especially immigrants, Muslims, people of color, LGBTQ folks and women. I am terrified about the Supreme Court and the impact that the next appointments will have for decades. I am disappointed that I may not live to see a woman president. I am embarrassed for our country. I am struggling to find some degree of hope and strength in all this. I know I will - we all will - in time. Today, I am just going to take solace in the fact that my life's work is to make the world a better place through #probono work, and now, more than ever, we'll need lawyers to fight and keep the rights we all have. I will also take comfort in my amazing friends and family (and my dog) who are all still here, still standing, and are all supporting each other.
So, where am I now? I'm not crying, although I've lost it once or twice (once after seeing Kate McKinnon as Hillary singing "Hallelujah" and once when some random dude with a guitar on the subway started singing it), and I've been sleeping, so that's good. But I'm exhausted. If I could stay in bed and/or work from home every day, I would. I have been eating my feelings (ordered Thai take-out twice last week), feeling overwhelmed by the slightest tasks (laundry?!! Are you fucking kidding me?!). I want to be with friends but I want to be alone. One minute I'm outraged and inspired and all excited that my work is right in the wheelhouse of what needs to be done and the next I want to curl up and ignore everything and everyone and hope that someone else will just take care of me and all the stuff I need to do for a while. It's not great.
All I've been able to do is take care of the most important adult things I need to (dug out the notice of the transfer of my mortgage services out of the stack of mail and re-enrolled in auto-pay), show up at work (and keep things moving forward in the face of my coordinator giving notice), ease up on eating everything that's not pinned down, and try to exercise. I've had some happy moments in the last week, but also moments of deep despair. And discussion of the election is everywhere with everyone, so there's really no escape.
One day at a time, folks. One day at a time. I'm hoping the balance will tip at some point in the future, even if it's months out, and the inspiration and energy to take action will take over. #riseup (for all of my Hamilton-obsessed friends)
This past weekend, Dad and I went away for a weekend in Boston -- mostly just to spend some quality time together. We each took the train from our respective homes (NYC and Portland) and met up in Boston, staying at a cozy AirBnB on Newbury Street. We started our weekend having a drink and catching up with friends who have a cabin down the road from us in Casco, then headed to dinner at Harvest, where my uncle used to work when he lived in Boston many years ago (somewhere in the family archives, there is a picture of me, aged 6ish, dressed as a waitress there with a napkin tied around my tiny waist). On Saturday, I started off with an early morning FlyBarre class, then joined dad for coffee at our local coffee spot, Wired Puppy. Afterwards, we headed out to the JFK Library for a little American history, then had a tasty lunch at Flour in Back Bay. We than proceeded to stroll around the city, wandering through the Public Garden, the Boston Common, Beacon Hill, and down towards South Station and the Rose Kennedy Greenway. After a much-needed rest, I went out to Cambridge to have a drink and catch up with my cousin Warren and two of his daughters (one was at a slumber party), then back into town for dinner with dad at Select Oyster Bar. We rounded out our weekend with more walking around the city to work up an appetite, then dim sum brunch at Myers & Chang to fortify us for our walk back and respective trips home. All in all, a fantastic weekend!! Here's a goofy and totally unflattering selfie commemorating the trip.
Perfect soundtrack for one's 40's. Hat tip to Dear Sugar.
No, I haven't yet seen the movie (although I'd like to), but I often wonder what Moxie does all day while I'm at work. I know that she has a walk with the fine folks at Fur Coat and Pants. They're a terrific company (I highly recommend them) that provides a roster of walkers, many of whom are grad students, actors, and writers, but all of whom are dog lovers. There are a few regulars who walk Moxie the most frequently, including a guy named Hayden, who (I've learned) is also an actor/comedian. One great benefit of Fur Coat and Pants is that they send an email notification upon arrival and another when they complete the walk; the one at the end always contains a brief update. Hayden has been totally upping his comment game lately; here are some recent examples.
- Sitter Comments: Nice time at the park, Moxie found a cell phone left by a woman, and made me call her friend to get in contact with her, and the plan worked! Moxie is a true mensch. Did #1 only
- Sitter Comments: Reall nice time at the park, we took in the autumnal feel of it all, her favorite time of year she said
- Sitter Comments: Great time at the park, not a lot of people there, so we spent our time staring into each other's eyes, and running our heads, #1 only
- Sitter Comments: Really fun time at the park, made friends with a little girl and communicated with the sirens or as she said "sang opera"
- Sitter Comments: Moxie protected the park from unseen terrors lurking behind the plants by barking at it for a little bit, #1 only
- Sitter Comments: Great time at the park, a young French bulldog tried to play with Moxie but she informed him that she was working at a chiller tempo and he respected that, #1
I've lived in my current apartment since 2001 -- 15 years. That's a long time to be in what's basically a studio, albeit one that is masquerading as a one-bedroom. During that time, it has gone through several transformations. For years I rented, and psychologically, that limited the decorating choices I made (well, that and the non-profit salary, I suppose). In 2008 (I think), I bought it, and to go with the apartment, a copy of Apartment Therapy: The Eight-Step Home Cure. I went through a decorating process that involved painting, changing light fixtures, and actually being somewhat thoughtful about how my home looked and felt (here are some scary before pictures). These changes were a huge improvement, and was a wonderful first step into making my apartment somewhere I truly enjoyed spending time.
As you know, I got my kitchen renovated a few months ago. Because it now opens into the living room, and because my couch was on its last legs, the renovation was a good excuse to get new living room furniture and rearrange. This has blossomed into a few little home improvement/decorating projects, including purging a bunch of unwanted stuff (ongoing), rearranging, painting/refinishing furniture, and buying/hanging some new accessories, including lamps and a rug (I haven't had a rug in my apartment. Ever.).
I hosted a little thank-you party for my friends who chipped in towards my kitchen, but in addition to thanking them, it was also a motivator to get me to clean/hang/fix stuff. I got a great deal done before the party, although I still have more to do. That said, looking around my apartment for the past few days feels -- well -- different. It feels like a whole new home. Cozy, warm, inviting, pleasant. Maybe it better reflects who I am now (more stylish! still a bit kitschy!), maybe I just needed a change -- either way. I LOVE IT. Come check it out!!
Thank you Spotify weekly playlist for re-introducing me to this 80's cheezball gem.
At least once a season, I make sure to get the heirloom caprese salad at Otto. It never, ever, gets old. #perfection. If you haven't had it yet, go get it!!!
Just got back from a week in Maine, relaxing and recovering from the NYC Triathlon. More on that later, but here are my results. Perhaps next year I'll focus on speeding up on one of the legs (just one . . .).
2016: Swim 21:41 T1 11:47 Bike 1:45:55 T2 4:16 Run 59:02* Total: 3:22:41
2014: Swim 18:06 T1 11:10 Bike 1:58:23 T2 4:37 Run 1:07:17 Total: 3:39:31
2012: Swim 23:28 T1 9:55 Bike 1:44:50 T2 5:02 Run 1:11:05 Total: 3:34:16
2011: Swim 22:19 T1 12:27 Bike 1:51:54 T2 4:58 Run 1:11:40 Total: 3:43:17
2010: Swim 20:54 T1 11:39 Bike 1:42:43 T2 6:26 Run 1:08:01 Total: 3:29:41
2009: Swim 24:30 T1 10:17 Bike 1:40:57 T2 4:01 Run 1:07:22 Total: 3:27:06
2008: Swim 24:30 T1 10:55 Bike 1:36:47 T2 4:00 Run 1:08:40 Total: 3:24:51
* The race course was cut from 10K to 8K due to heat this year, eliminating two nasty hills -- hence the good time.
Hi gang! If all goes according to plan, I will complete my 7th NYC Triathlon this Sunday, 7/24, and I hope to see you there! All details can be found in this handy Spectator Guide. If you're an early riser, and want to watch the swim or bike, I'm guesstimating my start at about 6:30 -- in the wave with the yellow swim caps; will hit the bike at 7ish, and the run around 9ish and finish around 10:15ish), and you can find me at the bandshell at the end of the race. I'll be wearing a the outfit above with a yellow number (#1253), and will be on a blue bike with hot pink handlebars (for the bike).
Good places to watch the run are along 72nd Street from Henry Hudson Parkway to Central Park West, Cherry Hill before we head to the finish on Dead Road in Central Park, and Dead Road in Central Park near the bandshell off the 72nd Street Transverse, but honestly, if you can pop by anywhere I'll be thrilled to see a familiar face! You can also track me online, #1253. If you're not an early riser, contact me for info on the post-race celebration. See you in the Hudson!