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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Eye on Sag Harbor

I'm hoping to explore Sag Harbor, Long Island on a day trip tomorrow. While the cat [Punchy] is away, the mouse will play.

Good night.

It Takes the Village

We saw the 50th anniversary restored version of "That Man from Rio," with subtitles.
Even the matchbooks are beautiful. We got two at the bar before we left.
Punchy is visiting her paternal grandma all week, a lovely young & pretty woman [my age] who lives 2.5 hours away, in South Jersey. Figgy started school today in NYC. So H. cooked up a plan for tonight, which reminded me of our dating days. He found a 1964 movie called "That Man from Rio" playing at the Film Forum on Houston Street. We made it just in time for the previews, and loved the kooky caper filmed in Brazil. It was engaging; though at 117 minutes, perhaps a tad too long. [My knees got stiff.] Great period piece....funny and stylish.

I liked the Film Forum. It has pretty blue plush seats. I liked holding hands in the dark, even after all these years.

They serve popcorn, but no butter or fake butter--just sea salt to shake on. Rather than packaged Twizzlers and Raisinets, they sell from-scratch desserts and I wish I wrote down the baker's name, not one I recognized--I got the half-size brownie with walnuts for $2. Just enough for H. and I to have two bites each...because we didn't go to dinner until after 10, when the movie was over. [Also available: Slices of apple cake, orange Bundt cake, mango pound cake and more.]

We walked back to our car, parked on West Fourth Street, and looked at some cafes with sidewalk tables.....decided on Sant Ambroeus, which has NY locations there in the West Village, on Madison Avenue, in Soho, in the Regency Hotel--and in Southampton, which I had noticed wistfully on my July day trip there. I've often passed the bustling one on Madison, wishing I had someone to go in glad we went tonight. 

I had a flute of the Prosecco Sant Ambroeus and bowl [not crassly big] of spaghetti alla carbonara. H. had a veggie burger before leaving home, so he got a salad and an eggplant appetizer, plus a three-olive martini. We were ready to call it a night, but Enrique, our charming waiter, said She makes a wonderful cappuccino about the woman inside, so I got a decaf and H. an espresso and it really was a wonderful cappuccino, artful and beckoning and perfectly coffee-ice-cream colored in the pure white cup with scalloped edge. Not a bitter marriage of coffee with deflatable fluff on top. The waiter took it upon himself to bring a plate of little cookies, too, dainty, doll-sized and buttery....elegant and adult.

Lingering at that small sidewalk table, we felt we had traveled far from home--to Europe, even. We enjoyed people-watching, and dog walkers. Then we hopped in our car at 11:23 and were home by 12:05...would have been quicker, but traffic was rerouted due to nighttime construction.

I have to go to bed! Boot camp in the morning, and it's almost 1:30 a.m.

But I want to share something. One of the articles I wrote for the Autumn 2014 issue of Aspire is about Frank & Eileen, a romantic shirt company--and cult favorite. The owner [who named the company after her Irish grandparents] posted the article on the company website. Here's THE LINK.

Sweet Irish dreams.

  1. H. and I biked to breakfast. I got something healthy.
  2. Walked Sug, and walked in city.
  3. Nap.
  4. Productive stuff at home.
  5. Private Benjamin.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Shaking the Blue Devil

A nod to my friend Eric, who makes me laugh a lot but in a serious moment, lent me that blue devil term to refer to sad times. 

Tomorrow is another day, and I intend to write crisply and think clearly. Good night.

Friday, August 22, 2014


For a long while now, I've been putting a TCOY [Take Care of Yourself] list in pink at the bottom of my daily blog posts. Today felt like so much TCOY because I walked a lot. While I walked, I remembered that for years, I used to set my alarm early and walk an hour every weekday before Baby Figgy woke up. Then I would see her--mirthful baby and delighted me--before the sitter arrived at 8:30 and I caught my bus to work in NYC.

For months--ever since Dad's car died--we've been readjusting to being a one-car family, and secretly, I like it. It just takes a little more planning, a one-car friend of mine said recently. Yes. So that means I try to always have eggs, milk, bread, fruit and cereal in the feed Punch in a pinch. I've also started stashing extra batches of food in the freezer, like homemade meatballs or tonight's chicken. And I try to make sure we have all our Rxs in hand if H. is taking the car out of state for work, as he sometimes does. It's not that I can't bike to CVS or the grocery store, but in case it's raining, or I'm pressed for time.....

We were a one-car family for years, until Dad gave us his white Chevy when he stopped driving....but how quickly you learn to take that second-car freedom for granted.

I hope you had a nice Friday.

  1. Walked a good deal of the way to boot camp. H. had our car for work, so Patsy drove me and Punch, who gets off for summer camp on the way, right on Park Street. But the line for camp was so long--it was carnival day there--that Pats would have been superlate to teach class. So she drove my ball and weights and I walked nearly 15 minutes to get to the park for class after checking Punchy in.
  2. Boot camp.
  3. Walked Sug around block.
  4. Today was Punch's weekly, one-hour supervised visit with her Mom. I asked the driver from Child Services to pick me up at our house--where she usually gets Punch--and then drive me to the camp, so I could sign Punch out and she could hop in the minivan and go as scheduled. Then I walked back home. Another 30 minutes at least, in my flip flops [poor planning/lazy].
  5. As if that wasn't enough, Punch wanted me to walk Sugar with her again, because she wanted to see two of Sug's dog friends on the next street.
  6. Ate cucumber from my friend Heidi's garden. And a little watermelon from the store, too.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Good Night

I can't write because Punch won't go to sleep. I'm resentful because I want time for myself. It's been a long day.,,,Good night.