An alumni web site delivered the news: an acquaintance from Cornell named BrendaJanowitz is now the author of several books including Recipe for a Happy Life and the upcoming New Adult novelThe Lonely Hearts Club from Polis Books.
How was your weekend? Here are five things I did this weekend.
1. Walked Brooklyn Flea, hoping to see what Recycled Brooklyn had on offer. Unfortunately they had next to nothing displayed. Yep, I’m still hunting for the perfect sofa table. Instead of furniture, I saw lots of overalls.
2. Finished this stupid book. I disliked the book so much that you may get a full post about it.
4. Watched Breaking Bad. I have been binging on the show for about three weeks now. Know how I hate when people say “I’m obsessed!”? Well, I am. My goal is to catch up in time to see the last episode or two in real time. Only problem? The series finale airs opposite the Homeland season 3 premiere.
5. Took this picture. My intent (honest) was to capture the art staring at me while I worked on blog posts but instead I captured a moment. So much to discuss, right?
Whether you got out of town or stay put, I hope you had a wonderful weekend.
I was among those who didn’t leave home for the holiday weekend. At first, I regretted not finding a beach or pool to enjoy, but now I think a chill three-day weekend in Brooklyn was just what I needed.
This weekend, I celebrated being back home in Brooklyn after a few days in my home state of Pennsylvania. These were some of the least restful vacation days, but I got lots of quality time with family.
Did a little prep for Mollytopia‘s upcoming NYC visit. She booked us for a cheese class at Murray’s. I’m so excited!
Went to dinner with my friend Amanda at Corkbuzz. We had a wine flight of rosés to acknowledge the coming end of summer. My favorite was the Bisson Portofino Ciliegiolo ’12 (Liguria). The food was hit or miss unfortunately–and pricey.
I go to a terrific physical therapy place in Brooklyn. They treated my little neck issue, and now they treat lingering issues from breaking my ankle.
My ankle PT is in a passive phase: I lie down on a treatment table and have heat packs applied, sometimes with stim. I lie down while my main therapist Matt manipulates my foot and ankle, and massages muscles and tendons. I lie down while having my ankle iced.
Matt and I talk about his new baby boy. I ask Jason about his salsa dancing adventures. Colin tells me about how he came to eat a largely vegan diet or about the matching tattoo he and his sister got after the sad death of her husband. Melvin Googles the weird fracture I suffered.
Tonight I was the last patient in the place, spending most of my time with Matt and Colin. When I got home, something made me Google Colin’s sister and the novel she had published last year.
I’ll never know why I didn’t go straight to Amazon, or why I didn’t just buy the book on my iPad. But instead, I found this article and video about love lost.
To be honest, I feel a little creepy posting this even though it’s a video that ran in the damn New York Times. It’s intensely personal, emotional and moving, to the extent that I feel like I’m prying almost.
But now that I have pried – or not – I hope you’ll watch the video so I’m not left here with my heart aching all by myself.