Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I’m tired of living in a country that exhausts me. Yet, still… I can’t sleep. The first couple of weeks of school always kick my ass. Trying to reacclimate to being constantly amongst other people professionally, while attempting to continue all the social activities that I enjoy, takes some time. Especially when sleep does not … Continue reading How can we sleep at night?
Slept until 6:00 Took Jeter down the yellowbrick road Finished some writing, did some reading Gathered some of my clothes together for going to the beach Rode my bicycle down to South Pearl Street to jump onto the rail trail Rode to Voorheeseville and home again at a comfortable pace Enjoyed a killer salad of … Continue reading How I spent my last solo day of summer
This house just went (back) on the market. It sold 4/30/25 for $90k. It had been abandoned, had a boarded up window, an overgrown lawn and a garage that looked suspect. The buyers did some painting, a little trimming of the shrubs and dropped a fresh coat of the kind of blacktop one gets from … Continue reading The housing market is officially insane
Beyond the occasional Dottie G from Cardona’s, I’m not much of a sandwich person. Most days, I’d rather avoid the carbs from the bread and just have a salad. But, during the height of tomato season, the siren call of a blt is undeniable. I must have one. This beautiful specimen may be the epitome … Continue reading The best BLT (and my first peach pie!)
Can we all agree that we’re having a real summer? It has been hot to an extreme that keeps my oven off and my desire to spend time in the kitchen low. When it’s 95° and humid, I’m simply not cooking. Salads, fruit and yogurt do the trick for me without my breaking a sweat. … Continue reading Summer sweetness
As promised, I’ll continue. Tuesday was another hot day, but we had two indoor activities planned for critical moments of the day, i.e. when it was at its hottest. N enjoyed a leisurely morning, while I headed to the West Village to pick up a couple of things (pastry & coffee at my usual haunts). … Continue reading New (to me) York
I can’t remember why I started referring to the man I had been dating at the time as a type of cheese, (manchego, specifically), but I have no interest in scrolling back 4 years to be reminded. He is a person that I don’t really think of often and I see no point in revisiting … Continue reading The Stinky Cheeseman
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