I’ve been doing yoga on Tuesdays and Thursdays at Proctors, and I typically bike the same route: I head to Central Park, go up Monument Hill Road and past Central Park Middle School, then down Bradley Street to Brandywine, where I take a left and go a block or two to enter Vale Cemetery and … [Read more…]
On Saturday, we had a date night planned (dinner and Josh Johnson at the Palace), and Cute W proposed that we leave a little early to see the new Costco. “On a Saturday…?” I said doubtfully. I have the work-from-homer’s spoiled aversion to doing any major errands on a weekend. Give me the serenity of … [Read more…]
I’m trying something new. You may recall that I like to embroider, and sometimes people are like, “You could sell that!” and the truth is? No. For a couple of reasons. The first and most philosophical reason is that I find it vaguely distasteful that our immediate instinct when seeing someone’s artsy hobby is to … [Read more…]
It is a Saturday afternoon and the weather is perfect. I have the muscular weariness from a morning workout that makes me feel Virtuous all day. We had a family video call and both daughters are excellent (M had just returned from yet another trip to NYC to visit her girlfriend and was meeting up … [Read more…]
When I am walking or biking around, I feel like I’m in one of two modes. The first I might call “Tra-la-la” and the second is Ragey. This morning, lucky for me and everyone around me, I was in my more typical Tra-la-la mode. This mode involves me singing, out loud, extremely random songs. I … [Read more…]
