An article in the Sunday TU caught my eye. It's about speculators folks collecting art and storing it in shipping containers in Geneva, motivated by a wish to inflate the value, rather than to display and enjoy. That's seriously fucked up. How beautiful is something that is hidden expressly to manipulate its worth? Maybe I'm naive, … Continue reading Sunday papers
Category: musings
Greenwood Lake abbreviated
Before I say another word - a note, know this: I love where I grew up. Greenwood Lake provided me with a foundation - friends, experiences and memories that will reside within me until the day I die. Even after nearly 30 years in Albany, Greenwood Lake is my heart's home. What follows isn't a … Continue reading Greenwood Lake abbreviated
Running reflections
Last week while I was in Barcelona I ran four consecutive days, including the very day we arrived. The leisurely pace of our vacation and the magnetic pull of the Mediterranean made taking a run an impulse that I could not deny. It was a gift I gave to myself, almost a souvenir that took … Continue reading Running reflections
Sketches of Spain
Have you ever listened to this album by Miles Davis? It's one of my favorites and sets the mood for so many things - a romantic dinner, a quiet conversation, time alone with your special someone. Add it to your playlist and thank me later, ok? Now that you've got that going, let me share … Continue reading Sketches of Spain
When you work more hours than you sleep
As my vacation approaches, I find myself getting most excited by the thought of having hours and hours to fill (or not) any way I please. These last few weeks have been joyfully hectic with fun events, long runs and mini escapes, all very carefully penciled into my already impressively full calendar. I’m ready to … Continue reading When you work more hours than you sleep
If I had two more hours in a day…
My house would be cleaner. Right now a twice weekly vacuuming, paired with a weekly bathroom cleaning and a more sporadic schedule of dusting, is the best I can do. I would bake my own bread - sans high fructose corn syrup and other bogus ingredients. The thank you cards and other correspondence I would … Continue reading If I had two more hours in a day…
A crap week
The first week of spring, arguably the finest season of the year in upstate New York, was the worst week Lark + Lily has ever experienced. When I say "crappy," I'm being literal, by the way. I arrived at the restaurant Tuesday afternoon and encountered the plumbers who were working industriously to unclog one of … Continue reading A crap week
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