Thanks to everyone who has been commenting. Will get back to you but today’s a computer free day, because frankly I can’t stand to look at it anymore.
I’ve been getting a new type of spam or something, in comments, in old posts. I delete them before entering here so….says it’s from Direct TV–hidden IP address. I’ve also been getting many e-mails telling me that my e-bay account has been suspended. Well I don’t have an e-bay account so….
“So” is my favorite word. Used to have entire conversations with my mother where only the word “so” was used. We could tell from each others inflections what we were talking about.
I write about Cao not because I want to but because she represents an extreme that more and more Americans are falling into. However she has made herself look so stupid this weekend, I doubt anybody but her most faithful adherents will listen to her anymore.
If you’re interested in seeing a comment by Cao, and the depths of her stupidity. please go to The Cranky Liberals Saturday post.
Technically I’m probably more qualified to write about the Terry Schiavo case than Cao is as I have extensive training and work experience in end of life issues. However there are many variables in that case that make me wary of talking about it.
People should be wary of talking about things when they are lacking complete knowledge of the facts.
I’m not an extremist which is why when I get e-mail saying that I am, I’m generally amused. However, I lost it last week because I allowed myself to fall into a trap. Never again.
I didn’t and don’t want this to be a completely political blog
I like writing about New York because I was born here, live here, and know it well.
My coop is a typical New York building. It looks exactly like the facade of the building in Will & Grace, but the entrance is on the side street.
Most Riverside Drive buildings have side entrances as do many Central Park West and Fifth Avenue buildings. The reason for that is simple. We’re wind magnets, and when the building were built, they didn’t want ladies to have to go out into the wind.
I enjoy writing about my life because it’s been a bit out of the ordinary.
My sister found an eight page type written essay our father wrote about the day before and the day of my adoption. I’m not ready to share it, and might never be, but I think it sums up the feelings adoptive parents have around the time of the adoption beautifully.
She also found poems that I had written in high school, and our father saved.
My sole ambition in high school was to be a beat poet, however I was a bit young tor that group, and I don’t think that beat poets encouraged girl beat poets.
I have to say that my poetry was good, and I will put some of that in.
It brought me back to a time when anything was possible; my future seemed limitless.
My dad was an amazing person who found his greatest career success after 55. Not that he hadn’t been successful, but this was on an entirely different level.
No The Rolling Stones weren’t his clients but I’m probably the only person who could say that her father kept her from meeting them, not once but at least three times.
The first time was when I was in high school. We were in London during spring break, and were visiting a friend of my dad’s. It’s a much longer story of course and at the time I thought it equalled teen age abuse, or would have had I known the name.
Stay tuned. Courting Destiny’s about to go onto a whole new level! Literally, now that I finally understand what “pages” mean in Word Press 1.5.
I know that I’m really behind in answering comments.
My bedroom pipes are finally working when I go to sleep. That means I wake up at three AM, boiling hot, and wonder if I’m finally having a hot flash. Then I touch the pipes. They could give me third degree burns.
But there’s no way of regulating heat in old buildings, so that the apartments that face Riverside Drive get more, and apartments like mine get less.
Even with all the windows wide open I couldn’t fall asleep until 6 AM. Now of course there’s no heat, and I’m dressed in many layers.
And you thought life in a big deal Manhattan coop was glamorous. It can be, but right now I’m in a constant state of sleep deprivation, and I really love to sleep.