There’s a beach in Williamsburg?

One of the things I love most about life in NYC is the sense that I can never completely know it. There will always be secrets to uncover. Something new replacing something old. Mysteries just down the block.

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

And here’s one: a beach of sorts right in my neighborhood.

OK, so it’s not South Beach, or even the Rockaways. But I had no idea you could get so close to the shore of the East River.

Who knows: maybe in a few more years, we’ll really want to.

They call me Calamity Jane

My parents, that is. More for the way it sounds, I guess, versus the actual person.

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I have thought, recently, that my life is pretty great, although it would be great if I could stay out of my own way. Broken bones and other minor catastrophes have been interruptions of really happy times.

And then I did it again: last Tuesday, I hit the back of my head on a shelf. I have surely hit my head harder – getting in and out of the Kenya van and on US Air regional jets, for two examples.

But for whatever reason, I saw stars this time. And when I tried to tell someone what happened, I couldn’t get the right words from my head to my mouth. And then I cried.

I didn’t go to the hospital or the doctor until Wednesday. They said I have a concussion but no bleeding in my brain (!!) or anything. They told me to rest.

At first, the plot of Law & Order reruns was too much to comprehend. The sun felt too bright. I suddenly needed my glasses to watch TV.

Until Sunday, the worst of my concussion was the dizziness. Oh, and the utter boredom of resting without reading or writing much.

On Sunday my parents visited and I took a cab to the city. The ride made me dizzy and nauseated but I thought I’d be OK. At first, I was.

family

But then I crashed. Hard.

Approximately forty-five minutes in, my head began throbbing and the dizziness required me to rest my head on the wall behind my seat. I couldn’t finish my lunch. Mom and Dad sent me home.

This totally sucks. I cannot recommend that you get yourself a concussion when presented with the option.

Avoid.

Sidebar: I requested a stupid Uber. A driver confirmed and for whatever reason, I added my destination. Time passed, I opened the app to check for the driver’s ETA and…nothing. Apparently the driver didn’t want to go to Williamsburg, canceled and I didn’t get a notification. Fortunately I found a yellow cab soon after and within thirty minutes, I was in my bed.

Upcoming film: Camp X-Ray

Via Spin.com

As a big Kristen Stewart fan, I am excited to check out Camp X-Ray.

Kristen plays a soldier stationed at Guantanamo Bay who develops a relationship with a detainee played by Peyman Maadi.

Will you see it?

 

More about Kenya: how we spent our days

Apparently you want to hear more about Kenya. How cool!

This post will help put part of our activities into perspective.

Friday, July 11 – Saturday, July 12

Fly from JFK to Dubai (approximately twelve hours) via Emirates. Most of us thought the long flight was painless, I think. It helped that the flight wasn’t full. Julie and I had an empty middle seat between us.

I read, watched three movies, checked out the plane-mounted cameras and slept a little. Oh, and we drank wine.

During a three-hour layover, we visited the last Starbucks we’ll encounter, and the Heineken bar. In spite of it being 8:30 am local time.

Starbucks

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Did you have a good weekend?

The best word for describing my weekend:

Freemans

Yeah.

I had pancakes at brunch at Freemans with Adrienne. Dinner of chicken parm and pasta from Max. Pancakes again at brunch at Spring Natural Kitchen with my Kenya trip friend Caroline.

Spring Natural Kitchen

By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.

My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about food was “Oh well.”

I’ll worry about exercise tomorrow.

I am hungry ALL THE TIME

Yesterday was Day 7 of my medically-suggested gluten-free month.

In short, I am hungry all the time. You should buy me this shirt right now.

who-said-i-don-t-have-feelings

Via Skreened.com

I am also cranky. My joints feel somewhat better, but I otherwise do not feel any different. Except hungry.

Breakfast is still The Worst. When I walk into Starbucks, my mouth waters for the pastries I cannot order.

Without Kind Honey & Oat Clusters and Noosa coconut yogurt, I probably would have quit this experiment already.

Do you think I’ll make it thirty days? I don’t.

:-(

Update: I quit the same day this was published after a chat with my doctor. Happily I’m no longer hungry!