So I blogged a few hours ago about boo-hoo life is shit… then a best mate came through to paint smiles on my face. While I must get off of the island of Queens and back to my beloved Manhattan, I need to say, living down the block from Chris and David has been divine….
Category: puppies
hard. husband 2.
Namaste blog tribe I hope you are all well around the world. I’ve decided that I think that I’m a hard person. I realized this today, when I sniffled and sobbed all the way to the vet to pick up Henry’s ashes. Alone. In freezing cold weather. Which somehow makes it worse, cold always makes…
where’s the other one. manhattan.
While I was walking Peanut through the Sunnyside industrial park my present abode is perched within, two local construction workers stopped me this morning. Separate instances. One query: “Where’s the other one?” I’m not the only one adjusting to Henry being gone. I think I’m getting better at pretending to not be bothered. My therapist…
eight days later
It’s been eight days since I was forced to say goodbye to Henry. I don’t feel better. I actually feel worse. It’s amazing how much you can cut life down when life cuts what you care about most away. This is post 1,001. I used to imagine what 1,000 posts would be. If anyone told…
box. bottle. back to work.
I’m going back to work today. I will wear a new dress, five inch stilettos and a fresh pair of nylons. When people ask me about Henry I’ll say things like, “It’s sad, sometimes these things happen,” and “Thank you for asking though…” I will sit at an enormous board table and talk in billions,…