This post has been in the works since the early spring, decades it seems, centuries even. For those of you that don’t rely on Tucker Carlson for the nation’s haps, that’s roughly when lockdown began. March 2020. Several millennia ago in single thirty-something years. So you can imagine the material I’ve amassed and hours of…
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Snacky Snacks and Panic Attacks
Pandemic quarantine. Stay home, save lives. Shelter in place. #Alonetogether. Social distancing. Regardless of the words you’re using to describe this period in our lives, I think we can all admit things are pretty weird right now. Given we’re 48 days into this new living arrangement, I’ve had some time on my hands. Mostly I’ve…
Isn’t this THE BEST?
This past weekend I took my favorite eight-year-old ice skating at Wollman Rink in Central Park, an establishment owned by everyone’s favorite stable genius. It was an overcast day, warm for December, and we were excited to take some laps around the ole pond (along with, apparently, everyone else in the tristate area… woof). Wyatt,…
What were we to doodle?
Alright, alright, alright. Fall’s here kids. I’ve been checking items of my list of favorite (completely basic) fall activities to do… apple picking, check yes (and subsequently have baked seven apple pies), fall movies, check yes, pumpkin patch, check hell yes. The apartment is full of appropriately rust-color fall flowers and I have a fat…
Commuter Pains and Sweaty Trains
I’m pretty sure whatever noise the iPhone alarm defaults to is and always will be the worst noise I’ve ever heard. My first thoughts of the day rush into my brain as I attempt to claw my way back into the dream I was having. I open my eyes. Hudson is staring at me –…
When you want a dog.
Get a dog they said. It will be fun they said. Actually, I don’t remember having that conversation with anyone. In retrospect, I probably should have. But, honestly, I didn’t need to. I know what having a dog entails. It’s a shit show. Lit. Er. Al. Ly. And I use that word in the most…
Maltease Me
This whole week I’ve been absolutely tingling at the thought of writing about what happened Tuesday morning. But, as I reread the next few paragraphs it honestly sounds like the whiney ramblings of a homeless person. Which is ultimately an insult to homeless people. Anyways, outside of Starbucks Tuesday morning a stranger (male) approached me,…
Karmic Double Take
Is Karma really, truly, a bitch? I certainly hope so. Now, we know I spent the first half of this year clearing my subconscious clutter and redirecting certain thoughts. Key among them was the recurring notion that I’m some kind of karmic victim, deserving of the hellscape I found* (*somedays, find) myself in this year.…
Ugh, cheese. I love you.
So it’s May… basically June at this point, with just days to go until Labor Day or Memorial Day or whatever the name of this summer bookend traffic nightmare of a weekend is called. In a past life (that ended a mere 2 months ago), I’d be preparing for a big family weekend somewhere with…
The Dog Hair Diaries 