While I may seem like a drama queen in certain regards when it comes to my writing, I like to think of it more as being 'emotionally challenged'. And in case you haven't noticed yet, I usually require at least one nervous breakdown at least every eleven weeks or so... great for the complexion. I went to an appointment with a business advisor yesterday which went smooth. It was a very nice man who reiterated some stuff I already knew (blah blah...
Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago... Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don't even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it - but it's a new shade of sacred to me. Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won't talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me...
It occured to me this morning that last Monday, which was Labor Day here in the States, was my three year anniversary of being back. In the past three years, aside from all the junky things that occurred in the midst of a nervous breakdown that my ex-husband packaged up for me on the way out the door; some of my most favorite things also happened. I landed a perfect job as Writer Extraordinare; I managed to swing my own one bedroom in Hell's...
I have returned from Catskill camping to my beloved New York City. While I truly do adore the country, I am overjoyed being back. Particularly considering that some rednecks up in the sticks stole my zipcar. That made trekking back to town quite a project. But other than being robbed... camping was really fun! I wandered around with my man. I watched the puppies run through fields. There was food and wine and things that make you say, "Life...
Summer is very official in New York City at the moment. Yesterday was the 4th of July and I sat on the roof with three boys and watched the Macy's Fireworks action for the first time ever. Now I get what the big deal is. This was my second 4th of July in ten years. I got pretty used to Australia Day. For my man's birthday, we cruised around Manhattan on a yacht. Today we're whisking to the Catskills, camping has become a much required weekend...