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Success: To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition, to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

Calmness after the Storm

Morning before the storm coverage

Sad Lamp lost its pole.

This was one of the first things I saw when leaving my apt. Apropos.

Riverside park the morning after

My street. Trees down everywhere. So, so sad.

My computer didn't even know what that storm was the other day. Rain? Snow? Snrain?

Snowy block the other night during the Nor'Easter.

Yesterday morning's snowy roofs at work.

Sunset at work last night.

The recent weeks have obviously been erratic. I look back and realize a couple of things. One, I don't think I was fully aware of the magnitude of what was happening. And, two, I am so, so blessed.

In the past two weeks, there has been so many changes in the weather I've experienced. From the hurricane winds, to the sun in CA, to the Nor-Easter snow when I returned, it makes me appreciate that I have no control over what I experience. I can only be there. Watch what is happening. And feel grateful that I'm allowed to see it. 

This weekend is suppose to a pretty one. I'm looking forward to volunteering with OccupySandy, brunch with the girls, and a little date night tonight. I hope you have a lovely, lovely weekend whatever your weather may be. 

xo

Frame Dem as Art

Drape them over the staircase. Make curtains. Cover chairs. Invent collages. Make tea cosies. I want to do SOMETHING with these scarfs (since I'm still relatively unsure how to wear them.)

Totally random footnote from the article I stole these images from: Some Hermés scarves have upwards of 49 colors – which mmmmmeans 49 individual screens are manually layered over a sheet of silk twill, seamlessly depositing individual, custom created colors. 

Photo Dump: Camping

Malouf's! We're back!

Joe is a creep. But in a good way.

Hello, Hudson.

Leaves. They are a changin'.

Downtown Beacon.

I mean, insanely gorgeous. Nature, you're awesome.

Hudson Valley, we've missed you.

Camping with Katelyn means there's always a party dress packed.

laughter blur.

Ahhh, the country.

Pretty sure this is moments after E fell uphill.

Come on. Too. Pretty.

Moves Unlike Jagger

So, I knew yesterday was going to be a good day. I woke up after a really hard sleep (after an exhaustingly awesome hiking/camping weekend) to a dream in which Mick Jagger was hitting on me. A young Mick Jagger. Of course, I denied him, because he's Mick Jagger and gah, knows where those lips have been. But still. Waking up to a rock legend hitting on you, there are worse ways to start a Tuesday. Thhheennnn, I saw a clip of George Clooney singing Sweet Caroline with Neil Diamond on the Today show. Done. Locked in. This was going to be a great Tuesday.

I also had a big date on the gcalendar. Big in the way I was actually looking forward it.

I met him in a odd way. I had just been on a date with a guy my friend Jamie set me up with… Needless to say, it was not a match. (Lesson learned: I'm not meant to date a fashion/hair stylist.) (Though, I likely will marry a gay man.) So, I met up with some friends to watch baseball and met him there. Oddly enough, years ago, my friend Chrissy tried to set me up with his brother. Anyway, not the point. He was really funny. He sought out my number. And we chatted for a long bit before making plans to meet up last night.

The fact that was I actually nervous was a good sign. The fact that I walked in to a dimly-lit wine bar that had amazing jazz and thought he was pretty cute was another good sign. Over a bottle of wine, I'm pretty sure we never finished one full conversation. We were able to jump from one thought to another so effortlessly. I thought he was so witty and so funny. Still, there was something holding me back... I critiqued him. I critiqued me with him. I critiqued a fictitious relationship between the two of us.

So, after perfectly easy and great first date (one where I'm still laughing at some of his witty comments), I am left confused. Unsure of my thoughts. Perhaps I'm too scared to get back on the love train. Perhaps I'm just not ready. Or, perhaps, I just need to get over my thoughts and just enjoy the experience. I think the fact is I'm having difficulty yeeettttt again letting go. Letting go of the past. Letting go of expectations. Letting go of need to control situations.

However, if I think about it, these past few months I have learned to bit-by-bit let go of doubt, guilt, fear, etc, etc, etc with every choice. I've also learned that with every conscious decision, there is no wrong. So in the spirit of fun, and letting nature take it course, I'm going to check out what happens with this bearded, sharp-witted, wine connoisseur. He is after all a big Neil Diamond fan. Can't be all that bad.

Talkin' Politics

#16, da best.

 Genius. Rebranding the First 40, by Meg Jannott:

http://blakecadwell.com