The whole city seems to be filled with color lately. There's also a general feeling of lightness and giddiness (or maybe it's just me?) due to the coming of spring.
Monday, April 7, 2014
I took a long weekend to get away and spend some time with a dear friend who moved from the city to Florida to fulfill her dream of learning how to farm. The plan was to spend a few days in St. Petersburg at her mother's home and relax. We both needed some downtime to escape our day to day grind, mine from city living and hers from the hard labor of farm living. Can I just say that it was one of the best weekends of this year to date? Her mother's home is a beautiful craftsman house - a true oasis complete with lots of greenery, a darling dog and sweet black cat.
We spent some time on Treasure Island Beach lounging in a rented cabana (CABANA! Best invention ever), enjoying the pristine sands, beautiful blue hued water, and a big beautiful sky.
We also spent some time sight seeing, shopping at the *best* vintage shop and in the Salvador Dali Museum that happened to have a special Andy Warhol exhibition.
My last night we said our goodbyes to my friend's mother and headed out to the urban organic farm where my friend is apprenticing. We got there right when the sun was setting, lending a surreal glow to an already surreal and gorgeous environment.
The next day we woke up right when the rooster was crowing to start on the day's work of harvesting and cleaning produce for the weekly farmers market. It was satisfying and enjoyable work. Our hands were on each piece of produce and we all participated in every step, from the harvesting to the cleaning and the prepping. I also got to pick and eat loquats straight from the trees growing by one of the fields. I had never heard of this fruit until I got to the farm. The fruit was delicious and the experience was a happy and exciting one.
After the farmers market it was time for me to head back to New York. It was amazing to get away from the city for a few days, but even better to have some much needed time with my friend. She is pursuing her dreams and is thriving in this new environment. It was a privilege to witness it in person.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
I don't know the exact date of Nahbi's birthday. The only information that I have is that she was born in March of 1999. Every year I wait until March is over to confirm that she has indeed become one year older. This year, Nahbi is fifteen years old! I kept joking that I was going to make a party hat for the cat to celebrate and I actually went through with it. Nahbi was kind enough to tolerate this hat for a few seconds before ripping it to shreds.
Happy birthday to my very sweet to only me and Jon, still spry and playful, very vocal, plastic obsessed, super snuggly old lady black cat who has been my constant companion for my entire adult life.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Once the electrodes were in place and the electricty turned on, my physical therapist left me alone for a little bit, leaving me with nothing to do but sit and think (and I guess involuntarily contract my left shoulder muscles, but whatever, that's besides the point). My mind turned to the conversations that have been had with friends, family and my spouse in the last week. Most of these conversations have been focused on the future - specifically, what is going to happen for me and Jon and in the future. There are no answers or an exact plan as of yet, and I imagine that as the next few years start to unfold, the events that are yet-to-be-known will be met by me and Jon with a similar expression of uncertainty and surprise as the one illustrated above.
What I've found is that having one big question leads to another big question, which then leads to another question, and on and on and on. For example, this is what's been going through my mind lately. 1) Is this the year we attempt to expand our family? 2) If we do expand our family, where the hell would we put a baby in this apartment? 3) Does this mean we need to move to another apartment? 4) Or should we just move back to Ohio and into the house that I still own? 5) Or should we stick it out in the city and raise our family here? 6) But what do we do knowing that we want to be close to our families and they are all based in Ohio?
So there it is. The one question that sets all the other questions in motion. The advice I've been given is to deal with each thing as it comes up, but that creates a lot of anxiety for me. I would much rather prefer to have these questions answered before diving into the first question, but it feels like neither Jon nor I have any definitive answers for any of these questions.
We decided to revisit the first big question in a couple of months. In the meantime, I'll continue mulling over my thoughts and feelings about it, read this passage from Dear Sugar often (http://bit.ly/JuUBwg), and try not to worry about it too much, but instead trust that all will play out as it should.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
This incredibly manic winter has been doing a number on my psyche. We've had some pretty brutal and cold days mixed in with some gorgeous spring-like weather. Those few sunny, big-blue-sky days literally filled me with happiness. When Jon and I were out in the neighborhood on Saturday, I stopped on the sidewalk to soak in some sun and declared "I feel like a new person!" There's more snow predicted for tonight and colder temperatures coming in the next couple of days, which means more layers and bundling up and wearing my huge winter coat. Ugh! You guys, I'm so ready for spring.
Photos are from 1) a morning at the Met before the throngs of tourists and school groups arrived, 2) Nahbi cozied up to Jon after he arrived home from a week away for work, 3) a view of the city from the Williamsburg Bridge on the most gorgeous Saturday afternoon.
Monday, March 3, 2014
James Turrell's masterwork in progress, Roden Crater, is incredible and I hope to see this in person someday. (Thank you to Scott for making me aware of this brilliance.)
Click on the link to see the full video of James Turrell's Roden Crater from LACMA on Vimeo.