When I was very young. Then I was a redhead.

Psycho killer stuck in elevator My newest favorite search term.
Have new fiction two posts under this. Really getting into the story. This is one of the reasons I’m leaving NY. My building is a large coop with many rules. The building next door is small. I suffered through three years of constant construction right after my mom died. They did construction on Saturdays–including one Yom Kippur. They did construction at nights, on Sundays. If they didn’t like the way something came out, they would redo it. The wall was redone at least seven times. Just before construction began I bought new furniture and had chairs rehupolstered. Big mistake. Opening a window shouldn’t be a luxury that I feel apologetic about.

I began questioning values as it’s just damn inconsiderate to spend three years doing something like that. We who live in small apartments with no terrace pay a premium to have a Manhattan address. People who can afford to build penthouses should be more considerate than the average person. My “neighbors” flaunted and flaunt their wealth in every way. They don’t even use the huge terrace. That should make me glad but sickens me. To have such an amazing resource it’s truly priceless in New York and use it three times a year?

They’re bigger in the photoblog. I’m standing next to a stranger. Well in a sense…We were young and youth is the best defense for just about anything.

Too tired to attempt to make sense….Have better pictures of when I was a brunette again with some red highlights and didn’t scare people. Idiot can’t get into them into a jpeg. Somehow got two into the proper form after hours of obsessive trying.

Idiot has always been one of my more affectionate terms for me, and I do mean affectionatel

This moving business is very tiring. Think selling a home is one of the top stressors. Now that I’m going full throttle will have less time to blog. I haven’t been great at commenting or meeting new bloggers for awhile as I was trying to get over my blogging addiction and then was obsessed with the thought of moving.

Now I’m obsessed with action. But I have an early Thanksgiving on Sunday, and am spending the night at my sister’s on Saturday unless I fall apart. I couldn’t sleep last night and while exhausted just can’t get myself to go to bed.

This is a big social week. Apparently people think that I’m going to fall off the face of the earth and all want to see me. Which is nice.

I hired somebody incredible to do all the grunge work, the painting, the fixing up. You think somebody who can’t get a JPEG into a proper file is going to attempt this?

I took a tour of the late 70’s, 80’s and 90’s today when I tackled the now empty storage cage. Uh, do I have clothes. Gave most of it away to the Church of Fernando my doorman. He has seven kids and I’m not sure how many siblings.

I will be living in North Myrtle for the winter but am not planning on buying for awhile. Really this means I have the whole country to chose from. I’m psyched. Have Imac, laptop, cells–this new world amazes me. The first time i was in North Myrtle I was solving family and friend’s problems within the first two days. Made me we realize that we’re never out of touch. Sometimes I would like to be but it’s good to have people who care….