Time Does Fly

It's been two months since I've posted anything to this blog and indeed, I have felt the absence of the routine of my evening writing ritual. I started this process as a means of therapy--to unwind after the mundane stresses of the day, to record those things observed during daily rituals, to recollect meandering thoughts. I've missed this personal discourse. Like all good and grounding things, I've come back to it.

So in the time that I've been absent, a few things have taken place.

-We adopted said dog in my last post. This wily canine, dubbed Scout, has essentially taken over my home, upturned my life and captured my heart. She's a fuzzy muzzled devil who during the course of a routine walk will greet every person and creature on the street with furiously wagging nub tail. To curl up every night in bed with this salt and pepper ball of fur nestled against my belly makes me very happy. Here are gratuitous photos:







-The commute to work still sucks because Greenwich, Connecticut drivers should not be allowed on the highway. Seriously. There is a reason that the Post Road is still open. You people need to use it.

-I've kept all the weight I lost last year off. Miraculously. It must be a tapeworm.

-I still hate the rain. I know it is a critical element for maintaining life on Earth as we know it, but I still hate it.

-I am still incredibly vexed by male drivers in BMWs with Jersey plates. They live up to their reputations everyday.

-I confess, I haven't been to my waxer for months, but honestly, she scares me. She gets crazy with the gauze strips.

-We are thinking about getting a second dog. And a Christmas tree. This could be bad.

-I have resisted purchasing Stuart Weitzman's leopard wedge boots this season. It's killing me. They're fucking fierce.

-In the end, I decided against attending my 30th high school reunion in California. Out of a class of 700+ graduates, 60 people attended. There was not much gossip that arose from those who actually showed up, but I wanted to be there and now I'm rather sad I did not go. I hope I will still be alive to attend the 40th.

-I have a new attendant in the garage where I park my car. His name is Mohamed and he is known for his backhanded compliments (usually about my age). I toyed with starting a blog called "Shit Mohamed Says" but, please,that's been done. More on Mohamed to come in future posts.

-I still have good hair...which helps, since everything else is going south.

-The lure of fried food lingers still, but it's been ages since I've had real chicken and waffles. The Southern Kitchen on 125th and Amsterdam (where they had kick ass pecan waffles and buttermilk fried chicken)has since closed. I am thinking of wrangling Hollaback and Christo for a road trip to Brooklyn (KitchenBar is noted for this intoxicating combo).

-We're going to Aunt Bert and Aunt Stella's for Thanksgiving. Of course we are. My colon needs cleansing. In truth, I love and adore these amazing women. But I am also desperate to cook and host Thanksgiving one time in my life myself. I have reconciled myself to the fact this will never happen until these grand dames pass away. It's okay--I can wait.

-Did I mention we have a dog? There are lots of cute men at the dog run who like my dog. That doesn't suck.

-I still see the silver lining. I think that is probably my only redeeming trait. I'll take it.