There’s a moment from my life that I think about quite a bit even though it was years ago. I was alone in my car, driving south on the thruway towards a destination I don’t recall. What I can remember, however, is how I felt at the time - out of breath. This sensation of … Continue reading Breathing. Lessons.
Listening to Bonnie Raitt, circa 1989. The anticipation of date night at a Ric Orlando pop up event for lovers down by the river in Greene County. The idea to give away weeded books, (two to a bag, with craft supplies to make a valentine), and call them “Blind Date Bookbags, resulting in all 21 … Continue reading Latest loves, 2.21
Despite not having even gotten into my car today, I still feel like my weekend was pretty complete.My Friday night date was fun. Really, really fun.The Catskills, dusted with snow on a winter morning, are stunning.Bonfires at the neighbor’s house have been the saving grace of the pandemic.Making reservations for July, in Spain, gives me … Continue reading The Weekend – and other random thoughts on Super Bowl Sunday
After days of the most bizarre of circumstances and events, I felt mentally shot. I was exhausted in every imaginable way and, by the time Friday afternoon rolled around I was done. Done. Of course, I couldn’t go directly home. There are always errands to be run and once I am home, I’m not leaving … Continue reading Just a normal weekend
It’s the third week of October and I have yet to turn the heat on in my house. I came close one day recently, but I put on some cozy socks and added a flannel sheet to my bed and the moment passed. On this night, I’ve opened the window in my bedroom to sleep … Continue reading The spectacle of Autumn
The last time I exercised indoors was mid March. It was the final night the yoga studio I belong to was open. Until recently, that is. The atmosphere seemed more subdued than usual on that late afternoon, but I don’t believe anyone imagined not being able to step a bare foot in that space again … Continue reading Went to the gym. Took my dog.
On a warm and late afternoon, Jeter and I ran up the yellow brick road. We had already done our lap around the community gardens, the meadow and dog park, and were now on our way home again. Jeter had “thanked“ me for not letting him swim by finding something utterly captivating, (and more than … Continue reading Turkeys fly as our country fails