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food. candles. peanut.

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_3398I got in a huge fight with one of my sisters last week and we aren’t going to talk anymore. I was upset about it, which is why I dipped out of Internetville for a few days.

What’s really stupid is she’ll read this post and complain about it to her “friends”, but she won’t call to me to apologize. I guess this is one of the downsizes of our digital age.

I digress. And besides, since ending up on my shrink’s couch again a few weeks ago – I’m trying to focus less on things I have no control over, which is mainly people who act like wankers, and more on the happy things in life – like my dog and good food.IMG_3371

Therefore , I’ve been focussing on pleasing Peanut. I bought her a pink frisbee which quickly claimed first spot of favorite toys. I realize still I haven’t really recovered from losing Henry too soon – but I’m trying.

I cooked a lot of delicious things this week, like I do when all else fails. I hid in dark corners of New York City lounges and beat keys on my notebook.

The book is coming along… oh… it’s coming.

The weather finally warmed up enough to rock a spring dress one day last week. Here in New York, we’re anxiously awaiting some signs of global warming after six months of shit-house winter.

I’m betting on sunny days soon. I think my brain has been adequately shaping a few.

 

joel salsa. let’s dance.

I’m always on about learning new things, like going back to school for a third degree or learning to speak Italian.

DSCN4734Yesterday was my first Salsa lesson! I wore pretty, glittery shoes with special, slippy dance bottoms and wiggled around an eighth avenue studio with about 13 other soon-to-be Salsa-ers.

I don’t think you ordinarily wiggle when dancing Salsa, but it was my first lesson. I mostly wiggled during the turns…

SO MUCH FUN BLOG TRIBE! Continue reading

january two

Well blog family, the dreaded January detox is officially upon us. To make the jump off even more enjoyable, a cold has snuck in to clog my head. I IMG_2545think it’s the Universe getting its own revenge for all the times I consciously clog my head.

We all have our vices.

Yesterday morning I had the worst caffeine headache ever, complimented with icky cold stuff. Oh, and I was also hungover. New Year’s Eve seems to bring forth that condition. Particularly when you’re running around the Times Square District with your best friend and a pair of Aussie tourists.

I spent most of yesterday in bed. I had big aspirations of getting up and clicking keys. But in the end, sleeping won the debate. I was essentially zonked out all day.

Most of my life is still focussed on helping Peanut adjust. I’ve been back and forth about rescuing her a little friend from a local shelter, but I know it’s still too soon. I think if I get another puppy at this stage Peanut will just be even more confused, and possibly sadder.

I bought her a frozen bone tonight, it’s her favorite goodie since landing in the states. Happy times like this are very useful when managing caffeine withdrawal.

peanut at my parents. emotional.

I brought Lily Peanut to my parents’ house this weekend. Needless to say, seeing my little girl imported from Australia running around the yard where I grew up was beyond surreal. I wanted Henry to be there, it made me cry a bit. Continue reading

a park for peanut

I’ve been trying not to cry too much about Henry here in blog land, and also in life in general. Both are hard. Because even though I don’t cry to anyone, I still cry in my head. Sometimes what you hear in your head is far more hard to process than anything you could ever articulate.

However, in my lap right now – and by my side a majority hours of the day – is little Lily Peanut who has also been adjusting to one of the most horrible things we will ever endure. I tell her it’s ok a lot. I’ve been reassuring her that nothing every really dies, it just sort of shifts.

I’ve come to realize that in many ways, she’s been the one telling me we’ll be cool. With the move approaching next week, I’m starting to believe her.

The new abode is only ten blocks from Central Park. I cooed about this to my pretty girl earlier as we wandered through the Queens industrial park I take her through every morning before the sun comes up.

Then I brought her back to my big, nearly empty apartment and tossed around a tied up pillowcase. A gesture kindly returned with face licks and a big, beautiful smile that hasn’t glowed quite as bright in weeks.

Nine more sleeps to midtown! New house, next step, book.

That’s right… book… book… book…

 

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