I have decided to make a big deal of it. Also my blog has been on life support for years and I want to take it off life support–hopefully with some renewed life. Blogs aren’t people; they can regenerate brain or blog cells. This won’t be until the end of September. I have important things to do, first, such as beat my Exercycle time. (Five miles in 24 minutes is my best so far)
lines I have already written
Bone gave me his ten favorite–well let him say it:
I like to call these Ten Savage Masterpieces.
it can feel as if you’re trapped in a manhole cover or a pot of not quite boiling water. This is about humidity in New York–specifically the Upper West Side
But, and this is a big but
And that’s how I met the man for whom the bells were tolling
The way people have been talking about tents in the local papers you would think they’re as important to good moral character as motherhood, apple pie and lack of taxes. Yeah, a line about here
Sometimes the noted celebrity will also be the crazy person.
If you think of Fairway as a sparring gym for the mind, you’re almost understanding it.
I have no idea what I’m doing. Faking my way through home and garden.
I answered that age old question I never knew I asked
Then I walk four blocks to the beach, actually sit in the fierce gray/brown waves with teal teasing at the horizon and forget everything but how incredible the world is.
CLo and W are exploring their Hispanic/White redneck roots and going to a Dave Matthews concert in New York.
(If you have any favorite lines of mine….There have been articles and blog posts written that just quoted my lines. Unfortunately I don’t have them or they’re somewhere in the abyss called Courting Destiny.
I realize most of my best lines are about New York or were written in New York. This is because I’m a New Yorker, and always will be. I go to New York at least six times a year so it’s not as if I will lose my New York edge. The past three years were spent selling my apartment, buying a house, almost gut renovating said house, making new friends so I can have a life here, and lets not forget boot camp. Me, the world’s least coordinated person who can walk an almost straight line did boot camp.
Then of course I had to break a promise to my father–did get special dispensation from my mother and play (and it is a game with absolutely no skill involved anymore) the stock market. For awhile it was incredible. I literally made myself sick and have only myself to blame. I was sick in May and June and have been spending the summer recovering. I really only talk about it to Lil Red and Eldon so most of the world doesn’t realize I didn’t wish for death but thought it was coming soon many days this past spring/early summer. I did wish for a medically induced coma I could be taken out of with a better mind and body–sort of like my blog.