Knowing me as you do, you can probably predict that there are far more things that I love about the Capital District than I hate. How about we just get the negatives on the table so we can get to the good stuff? I really hate the careless drivers I observe during my runs around … Continue reading Love and hate in the 518
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The sky’s the limit – two tales from my weekend in restaurants
I'll begin with the planet piece, as in "what planet are you even from?" So, there was this party of five who wandered in from Lark Fest seeking a table. They were neat in appearance and seemed reasonably intelligent. Their preference was for a table on the back patio, but unfortunately we did not have … Continue reading The sky’s the limit – two tales from my weekend in restaurants
Last weekend – in photos
I think I finally caught my breath...
Twenty-five years to life
I don't know how it happened, but this month marked 25 years since I first moved to Albany. I wonder, does the fact that I've lived here more than half of my life make me an Albanian? So many of my life's milestones occurred here, in one of America's most unfriendly cities, that, no matter … Continue reading Twenty-five years to life
Wading in with my new wellies
Let me open with a nod to Saratoga in August: I've got no horse in this race. I state this has an attempt to assure you that I have no investment in the current Capital District food blogging dust-up. But while I don't really care either way about who is "right," I'm not without some … Continue reading Wading in with my new wellies
Lunar B*tches
You knew it had to eventually happen, right? Our trio of women, bold enough to run in the dark by the light of the full moon,* have morphed into an exclusive little running club. I'd like to officially present the Lunar B*tches Running Club! A few facts about our group: Frequency of meetings: monthly. Distance: … Continue reading Lunar B*tches
So-so to DelSo
My day started unbalanced. There was a fantastic series of wind storms that interrupted my sleep with clanking blinds and papers flying. I had a dream I would have preferred to forget and a slippery bottle of milk left my sneakers in a puddle of white. The clean up of that dairy disaster, stole my … Continue reading So-so to DelSo