But I’m focused now. Ready to tackle stuff and add new To Dos.
1. Check out Sleep No More - accomplished!
2. Eat at Traif - achieved, more than once.
3. See the Radical Camera exhibit - missed. That will teach me to pick things with realistic deadlines. Maybe.
I had the lovely low-key weekend that I set out to. Already I was trying to be more frugal than usual because of the Kenya trip.
But guess what? I went and booked a cheap Caribbean trip for Memorial Day Weekend with one of my good friends. Maybe we’ll see a shark like I did in Grand Cayman.
I have worked for my present employer for, like, one million years. As a result, I get a nice big block of vacation time.
It makes trips like Kenya possible. But also random Fridays off, a practice I heartily endorse. I used a vacation day Friday and it was a lovely Mental Health Day in Manhattan.
If I asked you about your greatest fear, what would you say?
Every time I get in a taxi in the summer, I worry. Continue reading
First read Part 1 if you haven’t already.
What has two thumbs and took her first gym class in years?
After a false start in which I signed up for something called Cardio Video Dance only to realize NOPE), I talked myself into a Vinyasa yoga class. And by “yoga” please know that I don’t mean serious yoga like that taught at Greenhouse. I mean the kind that comes free at my somewhat down-at-heels gym. Continue reading
When I switched from Time Warner Cable to Verizon FioS, I was offered a landline with the package, essentially for free. I thought “ok, cool” given that I sometimes work from home and a landline could be useful for conference calls and such.
I was given a few choices for my new home number and chose the one with a pattern easily remembered. Since the line was set up, I have given out the number to three people, maybe. I have not set up the voice mail.
And yet I get at least five calls per day. At least.
My number used to belong to a woman named Melody. She is college educated, but apparently bad at follow-through based on the calls I get about her overdue student loans.
The number also belonged to a car service, as well a Hasidic family with many, many friends, all of whom call morning noon and night.
I don’t even look at the caller ID when the phone rings anymore. Heck, I don’t even stop what I’m doing. The calls are never for me.
I called Verizon to dump my landline and learned that doing so would increase, not decrease, my monthly bill. The Verizon rep offered to change my number. I declined.
Next, she suggested, without irony, that I simply unplug the phone.
The phone keeps ringing. For now.
It makes me sad not to know if I would have called her Grandmother or Granny or some other name.
It would not be Nana. That name was reserved for my mother’s mother. I never got a chance to call my father‘s mother anything; she died when I was less than a year old.
I have to use my imagination to fill in the gaps of my real life knowledge.
As some of you may know, I am taking a volunteer trip to Kenya this coming July.
It’s funny to think about how I met some lovely Maasai women on a New York City bus last year, and now I’m heading to their country.
During this trip, I will be working with Maasai school children who live on a reservation in Southern Kenya. Continue reading
Spoiler: that didn’t happen.
Amanda arrived first and snagged a seat at the bar, texting me to say Mercadito is a “shoebox.” And she was right. To get to the bathroom, you will squeeze past the bar. But you’ll manage. You may even make a new friend.
What Mercadito lacks in size, it makes up for in flavor. And alcohol. And personality.