This is my 1,000 post. I used to blog often.
Less than one day away and wow. Spirit Air was on time. It was in the high 80’s. I found myself at the beach, and I walked, walked walked. Humid salty air. Low tides. The economy was the fifth thing on local news.
There is more to life than real estate, the economy and politics. I’m watching Letterman and McCain just asked the question I have been wondering. What is Dave going to do after the election? Great Moments in Presidential Speeches. Political jokes. Oh I’m hopelessly in llove with Letterman. Always have been. Always will be. Not the stalking type of love. The talking type.
I will be back in New York in nineteen days for three fun filled days. We plan on (kinehorah) celebrating all night and through Wednesday. Aside from that I’m on political overload. Economic overload. Real Estate overload–though Monday I have to begin looking for a house or townhouse and North Myrtle is getting hot–my luck but I’m moving here for the same reason most people are. It’s a Southern beach town, not insane and very beautiful
Back when the USA was a different country, this past summer, my apartment went into contract. Today I closed
Idiot–my very affectionate name for me couldn’t get “Sign sealed, delivered out of my head, when I went into contract For a few moments I thought I had written a brilliant song. Though yes I did wonder why I heard Stevie Wonder’s voice singing.
I deposited the check at my stockbroker’s office. He used to look so filled with life. Now….
Tonight I’m going to my very favorite restaurant, Cafe Luxembourg. Usually we go late. Tonight….when I made the reservations the woman asked if we were going to the theater. “No, the debate.” She promised we would be finished in time for it.
Tomorrow I leave. When I thought of New York songs I decided that the man my mother thought I should marry, Billy Joel was the perfect person and this song performed at the (now) old Yankee stadium was perfect.