Wake up. It's 2005. What does THAT mean? Sounds like a bad Sci-fi short story written in the 50's. And yet it's real.
The New Year Baby is the glitch we all need.
The New Year Baby tells me to get off my ass and run in that beautiful Prospect Park that I'm paying for.
But, today, the rain stops me. What? Rain never stopped me in Portland. But this is a cold winter NYC rain. Actually, it wasn't that cold. My flannel sheets wrapped me, in fact strangled me so I couldn't go exercise. But, I wear my fat jeans today, to remind me that one more M&M, and I'll have to give these jeans away. Reminders are good.
The New Year Baby says to keep in touch more. Right Kelly? Call people more. Do NOT fear the marathon phone conversation. Sometimes it's just nice to call and see what kind of toothpaste people are using. Write more. Molly is inspiration. A random postcard is better than Xmas. Since my cell phone doesn't work in the apt, postcards are a good idea.
The New Year Baby says to write more in the blog. Use it as a rant, a vent, the way I originally intended. Again, not to write or go on and on. But, short, quick rants like Lamaze (sp?) breaths before a birth.
(Speaking of babies, a toast and a prayer
The holidays? One big eat fest with drink and presents in between. Catching up with PDX friends...you always have a place to stay, ALL of you, including Ben and Susan Carter? Thanks to Andy's parents for letting us crash in Jersey to we could catch up with Andy and Therese. We never did see the amazing basement...mysterious. Thanks for Marc and Amy for visiting us in Park Slope. Thanks to Jen and Jon for getting us drunk. We ended up at the Santa Fe Grill AGAIN for the weirdest ending to a New Years Eve ever. All in all, we love visitors. But wait a week. We're all visitored out at the Inn right now...
Onward to the new year. With a long weekend in January, perhaps some skiing. With Joel's 30th Birthday in March in NYC...Help. With dreams of Cape Cod filled summers and a little Maine on the side.
It's gonna be a good year. Oh yea, and work. 2005 is all about perspective. If Oregon has taught me one thing, it's this:
Work to Live. NOT Live to Work.
How profound. A toast to all of you this year.
Feel free to call and rescue me from bouts of missing PDX possee. And Joel's HALO haze.
718.857.2204
2 comments:
Much love to the New Year Baby and to you, for being such a generous and lovely woman.
Ain't bloggin' grand?
a refreshing read. love your writing.
Happy New Year! i hope 2005 brings you much love, joy and happiness!
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