On March 24 at Fordham’s Lincoln Square campus, there will be rock to save Darfur.
The world’s largest cause billboard blog will be undergoing its yearly face lift soon. While I’m basically interested in decluttering, as I wouldn’t live in a house this cluttered, I’m interested in input and your views.
So I will be having a contest to see what your views are. The prize of course will be BE credits. Stay tuned, or reading
As the train rode into Manhattan the sky turned an almost unbearably beautiful shade of purple.
It would have been spectacular, but it looked exactly like a grape slushie mixed with a vanilla egg cream (Vanilla syrup in soda water), not that I have ever seen such a drink.
After I finally got that image out of my head, I savored the sky. Skies are ultra important to me. I must live where I can have great sky views, and I do. While my apartment’s really two and a fhalf rooms, it is generous in windows, and has six.
In summer, sunsets are reflected on the building in the Avenue across the brownstones and courtyard, though I go to Riverside Park for them.
In many ways I feel so blessed. Blessed in light, blessed in people, even blessed because I live here. This used to be my dream.
Dreams change. I assume that changing dreams reflect growth. Yesterday I felt humbled when I visited an extended family I once knew well. They have an amazing ability to be great productive members of society and to raise teenagers and 20somethings you want to spend more time with because they have great things to say, and wonderful music to play.
I have known the Mom’s since they were born. I felt both truly humbled and proud.
I know how spoiled I have become. This apartment has taught me that I can never truly settle. While lacking a real working kitchen, it is pretty. I used to look at the eight sided sink, and the faucet I saw for $400 at Gracious Home, for hours. I bought the faucet at a kitchen supply house for much less, but by the time it was installed it almost cost as much. That was nine years ago.
Prices have gone through the stratosphere since then. To live well in Manhattan you must be really rich or not care about incurring debt.
This is get my taxes in order week. Actually that takes several hours as every thing’s together, but I spend one day just looking at everything, and another thinking about taking them out of the envelope
My father must have taught me well because I did my own board package. The board did like that I never had to open my briefcase. I would have felt humiliated if I had to tell them to ask my accountant or lawyer. That’s just me. I’m told I micromanage everything doing with my life.
The sky is still tinged with purple, though on the cab ride from Penn, it looked gray and black. On nights like tonight, or any fine summer night, I wonder how I could be so crazed that I’m even considering leaving