Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
(As promised, the second part of last weekend. This time, however, the Fired Up is refers to the fire tower out in Grafton and the going up it that was our plan for the early afternoon.) Just like Saturday, I spent much of Sunday outdoors, this time on the east side of the Hudson. My … Continue reading Fired Up, Part 2
My mood was good when I woke up Tuesday morning. I had slept well and felt rested, had an outfit planned out and solved my early morning puzzles, a daily exercise to wake up my brain. Bonus: the hair that was wet when I went to bed, looked perfectly fine. A couple of hours later, … Continue reading Speaking of days, it was one
It happened again. For the second time in a few short months, I found myself crying in a yoga studio. Unlike that other time, though, I didn’t see the tears coming and I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was that caused me to cry. If I were forced to point the finger of blame, I’d … Continue reading A cry in the dark
My first experience with a fine needle biopsy was more than twenty years ago. After a normal thyroid uptake and scan procedure, followed by an abnormal repeat of the test, (at a different medical facility), less than a year later, I had been hastily placed on the schedule of the lead doctor in a very … Continue reading Til Tuesday
Last week’s epic snowstorm provided an unexpected early December treat - the chance to cross-country ski at Albany Muni. I got out there four days and the conditions just kept getting better. It was awesome and Jeter and I loved every minute of it. Other than the first day when I skied with a friend, it was just me, … Continue reading Skiing with my Uncle Wolfgang
Sunday morning, at an hour far too early, I drove to meet the chartered bus which would be taking a bunch of runners to a race in Rock Hill, N.Y. I had the radio on to a Rick Steve’s broadcast. The topic was women and solo travel, a subject that felt really timely in light … Continue reading G.W.T.F. and Celebrate Life
They say you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your family, however that hasn’t been my experience. When you don’t meet your first relative (other than your mother and brother) until you’re 22 years-old, having family is very much a choice. With complete honesty, I can say that finding and getting to know … Continue reading The burgermeister
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