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  1. Another day in paradise?

    April 2, 2017 by admin

    It’s amazing what trouble you can find even in the never-ending rainy days of April when a good friend is in tow, enter Natalie, my buddy from the days of living in Shanghai.

    A night at The Bell and Anchor with all the usual suspects is always a must.  With Natalie I can always count on a madcap adventure but coupled with the revolving door of personalities in the off-season of the Hamptons and you’ve got yourself a Blue Ribbon time.  Each day I wake up a little more haggard, puffy-eyed and an ache in my side from all the laughing.  I realized one thing we have in common is that people like to talk to us and we have the patience to listen, I can’t decide if that’s a gift or not.

    Case in point: we were out at the local bar one night when a quite drunk, 50ish woman (and I’m not talking about me) sought us out for a never-stopping-for-air chat.  She was very nice and it seemed she just really needed to discuss the hardship of her last child heading off to college.  Just as my mind started to wonder off she quickly brought me back to life when mentioning how much she liked TJMax (I get it) and that she got her Ivanka Trump pants there.  Then I started thinking about her voting for Trump and felt the rage boiling up inside me but I took a deep breath and changed my thoughts to what Natalie might sing at Karaoke (Tainted Love’ won out)

    The following days consisted of walks in nature, feeding little birds and a few very big birds, watching a fantastic movie, a fun party, more wine, more delicious food and most importantly, long conversations with a good friend.  Thank you Natalie.

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  2. Girls just wanna have fun

    March 18, 2017 by admin

    Yesterday as I was walking out of my building I saw that someone had written in the snow covered sidewalk, ‘MAGA  Trump!’, at which point I crossed out the MAGA and wrote SUX after Trump!.  When confessing this later to Ken his only response was, “what is SUX?”.

    I really need to get it together because if I want a President who doesn’t tweet in the wee hours of the morning using the words of an 8 yr. old (STUPID!, BAD HOMBRES!, DUMB!, MORON!) then I better start acting like I’m not an 8 yr. old myself.

    My niece came to visit me last week while my husband was on a Father/Son trip.  I was happy they were together, it’s not every day this can happen, but did they HAVE to go to sunny and warm Costa Rica?  They couldn’t go trekking through Iceland or maybe Transylvania?!   So I called my niece Leah and said get out here so we can act like 8 yr. olds and that’s just what we did.

    We hiked and played our way around the Quogue Wildlife Refuge…on the day of the biggest snow storm we’ve had all winter.  She’d never been snowed-on before!  We had the park to ourselves except for the lone set of tracks we saw on the main trail, we never saw him but we were surprised by his Shreklike foot prints.  The park also has a dwarf pine forest making the day even more magical.  If that weren’t enough, the refuge worker came out with corn kernels and let us feed the snow geese and ducks.

    The next day we took the dogs on a hike through the woods out to the beach at Barcelona Point.  On our way back we ran into a man who wanted to know if we’d seen his lost dog, Winnie.  He was a wreck and worried if he didn’t find her she’d freeze to death overnight, so we got back to the car, put the dogs in and started back out to help look for her.  After schlepping through the woods for a while, I saw something black moving and Leah and I called out to her and sure enough it was Winnie!  I called the man on his cellphone (did I mention he was a good-looking, veterinarian with exceptional hair?) and shortly after the two were together again.  Leah and I celebrated that night with too much wine and two Karaoke songs, ‘Love Shack’ and ‘Girls just want to have fun’.  FUN! AWESOME! GREAT! BITCHIN’!

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    Before the snow came in NYC, Marie’s Crisis Cafe singing show tunes

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    Ballet in Central Park

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  3. Those were the days my friend

    December 17, 2016 by admin

    Far, far away in a land known for it’s hard workers, big dreams and bigger attitudes, people came from all over the world to see our art, our parks, our shows and yes, occasionally eat at Applebee’s in Times Square. Remember it?  We’d go to bars that were too loud and drink expensive martinis then stumble home and complain about the cold, hard winter.  We’d shop and buy beautiful shoes that we know darn well we won’t wear down the dirty sidewalks.  We’d meet lovely tourists then yell at them to move out of the way!  That was the old NYC.  Now, it’s the home of our new President, I can’t even say his name.

    Before we move on to a new cold war, ahem, I mean New Year!, I must remember that just a few months ago I was truly happy.

    It started with the wedding of the Millenials, Mae and Bryna.  It was a gorgeous spectacle set among the Maine finger lakes.

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    The wedding was followed by a quick trip to celebrate wedding anniversaries (our fifth and Kelly and John’s 10th) in California wine country, with exceptional wine tastings at Crocker and Star, Jarvis , Cade and lots of love shared between friends.

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    From San Francisco to Sicily for a bike trip with more friends!  (I hope they ARE still friends?!)  We rode through Ragusa, Scicli, Noto, Ortigia, through many farms and beaches and it was all perfection.  Ride, Eat, Drink!  Or was it, Eat, Ride, Drink or Drink, Eat, Drink, Ride, I don’t know…

    Just a happy local

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  4. The Men all Pause

    August 24, 2016 by admin

    “when I walk into the room, the men all pause”.

    Remember that song?  I sure do.  Friday night at the Red Onion or Bentleys you could find me on the dance floor kick ball-changing and pas-de-buerreing to all the best dance music.  Guys would wait by the side and eventually one of them would get the nerve up to dance with us.  We thought we were pretty amazing, putting on a show.

    I was just at a friend’s 10th anniversary party, it was such a beautiful party held outside at their new house along the water in the Hamptons.  They had a dance floor set up and after dinner the music started so of course I got out there right away.  While trying to find my groove, I started getting really hot and sweaty and realized yet another hot flash was taking over me, I have them day and night.  Now I dance to a different tune… “The men-o-pause when I walk into the room”.

    It’s really odd that one day you wake up and you’re in menopause.  You never think it’s going to happen to you.  I literally sweat day and night.  I sleep naked with no covers and Ken is wrapped like a pig-in-a-blanket in our comforter, shivering from the low air con temperature I continually have it on.  I’m not crying a lot but I DO want to punch people in the face daily, even my sweet, loving husbands.  No wonder so many people get divorced in the their fifties.  If he says “did you have a good night’s sleep honey?” I’m like, why the hell is he asking me that, goddamn son of a bitch!  I am noticing all those hormone cream ads in magazines where they have sharply dressed women at a restaurant sitting around the lunch table with smiles on their faces because they use this cream and are finally able to have sex that’s not horribly painful.  Or maybe they are smiling because they are out to lunch and eating fries with white wine, I don’t know.  And don’t even get me started that coffee and alcohol exacerbate the hot flashes because that will make me want to punch you in the face.

     

    William, our new goat (sculpture)

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  5. Summer-izing

    August 17, 2016 by admin

    Here’s the summer summary of 2016 so far…

    Ken’s Birthday weekend in the Hamptons

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    Wedding in Vermont

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    Wine Country Tour on the North Fork

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    London

    Kew Gardens

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    Windsor Castle and Eton bike tour

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    Opening of Westfield World Trade Center Shopping, John Legend performs

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    Breakfast by Ken

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  6. NYC has gone to the dogs

    August 17, 2016 by admin

    Ken, Jenny and I were recently walking through Central Park when a woman pushing a stroller walked by with her precious little dog.  The three of us stopped her to pet her dog and ask her what type of dog it was.  After much oohing and ahhing over this sweet little pup, Ken came out of the dog trance realizing there was a newborn in the stroller and quickly responded, “oh, your baby is really adorable too!”.  The woman calmly said, “It’s okay, happens all the time.  New Yorkers don’t care about babies, they only care about dogs”.


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  7. And all that jazz

    April 3, 2016 by admin

    At around the age of 22, knees hurting and a new life chapter achingly awaiting, I decided to quit dancing after more than 11 years of plies, triple time-steps and head rolls.  I was still recovering from the shock of losing my father and needed more stability, i.e., a steady paycheck.  I folded up the leg warmers, boxed up the tap, jazz and ballet shoes and put my jazz hands to use on a computer finding my way to corporate America!  I really liked being in the professional world of pie chart reports, conference room meetings and the closed-door chatter on IRR, NOI and PMS.  Nobody loves a pencil skirt with a great pair of heels more than I do and I’m proud to say that I can run down a hallway wearing both!  I also love a bonus check which I would spend every dime of on a fabulous vacation (I was never good at “saving for a rainy day”, it never rains in California!).  I spent a good 26 years in different companies, some better than others, but they were mostly good years and by that I mean that it would take 2 plus novels to write about those years and too many of the characters are still alive so I’ll just leave it at that for now.

    So now back at present day I decide that I miss dancing, really really miss dancing and sign myself up for a beginning jazz class at Broadway Dance Center, literally in the heart of Broadway (THE Broadway,  people).  The first 45 minutes are warm up and movement and it’s a piece of cake.  Then the instructor starts the dance combination and after the first 8 counts I turn into Lucy Ricardo trying to get through a number at Ricky’s club.  Think Jerry Lewis in “Hollywood or Bust” or Jerry Lewis in any Jerry Lewis movie for that matter.  When the teacher was moving into the 3rd count of 8, I moved towards my purse and promptly headed out the door.  I managed to make it out of the studio before the purple of my bruised ego started to show and the tears started welling.  It only took me two years to get over that day but I’m proud to announce I’ve since started tap classes again and I’m doing GREAT!  I don’t know why my muscle memory for tap is so much better but I’m happy it’s there and I go every week.  Who knows, before long I may be on my way back to BROADWAY!   “a five, six, seven, EIGHT!”

    Well, there’s always skiing…


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  8. This just in

    February 2, 2016 by admin

    If you know me than you know I love to travel and nothing has ever stopped me from going somewhere I want to go.  Once I even joined thousands inside St. Peter’s Cathedral to see Pope John Paul giving a beatification ceremony and it was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.  Sardines packed tightly in a metal box had nothing on us.  I was packed in by crazy Catholics…in olive oil…couldn’t move nor breathe which led to my first anxiety attack.  Am I just getting old or does it seem like there’s something going on everywhere?!  Zika virus is spreading.  ISIS has recruited nut jobs to plot evil near our favorite European cities, Sweden (our equal, fair and ever-boring Sweden) has large amounts of neo-nazi’s lurking in masks,  Africa, well let’s face it, something is always going on there and now China is there too wreaking havoc, where is one supposed to travel in peace?!  California has an ongoing gas leak, Texas has open-carry laws making sure you can get wasted or go to college (simultaneously more likely) while packing heat, in Wisconsin you’ll be killed “accidentally” by a hunter, in NYC you’ll be killed by a taxi driver while crossing the street, in Yellowstone Park you’ll be gorged by a Bison but only if you try to get close and take a selfie.  Sometimes I want to gorge people taking selfies.

    And you know what else, the skinny jean is over.  That’s right folks, take it in slowly, breathe.  We saw signs of this last year in Paris and London, Chloe’s last resort collection pretty much showed us the future but now Brooklyn is on board with Manhattan to follow shortly.  Of course it will take years to reach the suburbs of Colorado, they just barely stopped wearing the low-cut, thong-baring, muffin-top creating pairs, ala young (or old) Britney Spears.  Big changes like this take time and let’s be honest, we have so many pairs what will happen to them?!   We could try making jean purses again or maybe doggie jean jackets?  Those never go out of style.

    Don’t be scared, change is good.

     

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  9. Hashtag this

    December 17, 2015 by admin

    I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been a little on edge lately.  Is it the hectic holiday season?  Is it because we’re moving…again?  Is it ISIS?  No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo it’s none of those things.

    It’s Donald Trump.  He’s everywhere.  EVERYWHERE!  He’s on the radio, the TV, the “internet”.  He was even in my dream although not last night’s, in that dream I was in an episode of Girls and Lena Dunham and I were having a really witty and clever conversation about the Lower East Side vs. West Village restaurants and overall vibe while eating a white fluffy cake with a cherry on it.  Swear to god but back to Trump.  He’s leading the Republican polls which just shows you that bigotry, racism and stupidity are alive and well in America.  Admittedly, the wing nuts running beside him aren’t much better but they ARE quieter.  When you see all those poorly dressed, angry, white, middle-aged and elderly people at his rallys (let’s not forget the ones that give the Heil Hitler) you wonder what in the hell are they so angry about?!  If you were born in America and are straight and white, you have absolutely nothing to be angry about.  You had life handed to you on a silver platter, every opportunity and have nobody to blame for your failures other than you.  Stop your sobbing.  Stop being angry and stop hating on everyone that doesn’t look like you, read your bible, uses Planned Parenthood, wants to marry their same-sex partner and believes that climate change is real thing that we contribute to!

    It’s my blog and I’ll rant if I want to.  I’m going to go have some wine and watch the Judy Garland Christmas special again.  I suggest you do the same.

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  10. A Bubbly Life

    December 11, 2015 by admin

    They say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle but I’m pretty sure there are people in mental institutions who would disagree.   Life can be hard!  But I believe if you have a roof over your head, people you love who love you back and have a curiosity and passion for life, it can help get you  through the difficult times.   I have a wonderful (French Senegalese) friend who told me the secret to his 40 year relationship is that he insisted as long as there is champagne and a housekeeper things will be fine.  I’ll drink to that amazing advise.

    When I was young, before I ever considered kids, I wanted large amounts of animals.  I’m not sure if that was before or after I learned that a baby comes out of a tiny opening between one’s legs or that you are responsible for it for at least 18 years, possibly life.  And it certainly didn’t help that I learned about sex at a tender young age while my ear was pressed to my sister’s bedroom door as she and her friend discussed things I couldn’t believe were true, let alone something my parents did 6 times!!  So it goes that an animal sanctuary filled with young and old dogs, goats and potbelly pigs just seemed easier and more palpable.

    Except for actually liking physical contact with a male, not much has changed.  I still want a ranch house with a huge yard filled with all kinds of animals (and a ranch hand to help me out for godssakes).  I want to give a good life to as many abandoned, hungry, sick, or just plain sweet and homeless animals I can find.  I also want a wine bar, world peace and a flat stomach but I believe a girl should have lots of dreams, one or two…will not do!   And lots of champagne and a housekeeper please.

    In the meantime, I shall give my time, money (Ken’s) and efforts to helping those groups helping the animals.  Here are just of few.

    Best Friends Animal Organization

    Sea Shepherd Global

    Guardians of Rescue

    Mercy for Animals

     

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