anagramofbrat: (47 st. paul's pl)
Lets see, what did I miss, a month and a half roughly? The past six weeks have been pretty much loaded with varying amounts of depression, health ick, stress, Minecraft (oh god, minecraft) with a smattering of noteable. I won't really get into the depression much except to note what ended up being major contributing factors (and not this entry). Or the Minecraft, because y'all really don't want to hear about the week I spent painstakingly building a glass, wood and water "hourglass" or the other one I spent digging out subway tunnels or maybe you want to hear about the scavenger hunt one I made last fortnight for the kids or the maze this week but yeah. Thankfully I AM finally starting to burn out on it some, so maybe I have a prayer of getting other things done this summer? I don't know. I feel like for completion sake I should try playing Starcraft, just to see if I get as crazy addicted to that as I did to apparently War- and Mine-. Not that any of these games are related by more than suffix.

Anyway! Starting at the beginning, I went home the weekend of May 19 to attend a mini-reunion of sorts hosted by Ruthy, for the Browne cousins. Basically, all the kids raised by Dad's generation. There are rather a lot of us.



This isn't even everyone, either. You know that bit in The King and I when you've just got done meeting the King's children (and there are like, 12 or 13 of them and they're all cute and woefully not at all Asian, let alone remotely Thai, but that's beside the point) and he's all "Someday I'll allow you to meet my others" and Anna's like "More?!" and he's all nonchalantly like "67, I think?" That's kinda the situation with my cousins on Dad's side. There were eight siblings to start with, after all.

Anyway. That party was rather off the chain, which is only to be expected when you pack a group of West Indians in an apartment with a bitching stereo system and Ruthy's Dark & Stormys. Also, look at the size of that party, and let me then tell you that the party was potluck and you might get some idea of the sheer volume of food.

I kinda wish I'd managed to write about it at the time, honestly, because there are some things I'm definitely glossing over in my haste to catch up - the whole series of text messages involving one particular trolly cousin and whether the ribs another cousin was bringing were pork or beef and how that conversation panned out (don't troll a troll being the moral of the story - and those ribs were some delicious pork sticks). There's the fact that since all of these cousins are of an age and grew up with the Valkyries and Stanley rather than me, I don't know them nearly as well as I'd like or I should (some of which being my Mom's fault, but that's another post) so a lot of them I only know from family reunions, weddings, funerals, sibling stories, and of late, Facebook. Which sucks kinda - they're all interesting, amazing complicated people. I feel like now that the elder generation is completely gone now what with the last three passing within 2 months (it was a baaaaaaad winter, y'all) maybe I should make the effort, though that would require me being less of an antisocial butt.

Oh yeah, this happened too.



The coat is Judi K's. (The one cousin from Mom's side that got invited to dinner as a special guest, lol.) There's a story about how the coat came into existence that I don't remember all the details on, but it was bizarre to the point of stretching credibility. I'll just say the coat was not originally hers and it is NOT fake and leave it there. The bag is also Judi's by way of Amanda, but thankfully that IS fake. (it was bought to match the coat.) And Ruthy quite literally has glass vases full of every single style of plastic black or tortoiseshell sunglasses you can imagine laying around her house, so I just grabbed a pair, because yes.

(There was an amusing exchange over Twitter with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 that resulted when I instagrammed this picture, but I forgot to favorite it and I do NOT want to page all the way back through to find it. Boo.)

Also Amanda finally got her silent santa present plus the Blue Rose bracelet, because why not.



She absolutely loves them and has been wearing both of them pretty much constantly since. I think I did good.

Aside from the Dinner, that was a fairly low key trip back to New York, and a really nice one for all I had been dreading it. Even being back at The House for the first time since the funeral wasn't super bad or even lonely, really, especially since Judi K was there and she has a bad habit similar to Dad's of leaving the TV downstairs blaring whether she's watching it or not. It was annoying as hell when Dad was around, but now the noise is comforting and does much to fill up the empty. Obligatory wanders through the neighborhood and trips to Sibyls were had (and for once they WEREN'T sold out of butterflaps!), as well as a moment of New York happy with a cheap slice of regular pizza DONE CORRECTLY a cup of bug juice and to finish a glorious cherry Gino's italian ice. I also managed to see the Jaicat before escaping town, whom I haven't seen since my wedding so THAT was a nice thing. (and she fed me port wine and mead, so that was Another Nice thing.) And before Dinner there was a couple of hours where it was just me and The Siblings at Ruthy's chilling and pre-gaming a bit before the party, discussing Serious Family Shit in the wake of Dad's passing, the upcoming Vineyard trip, etc. It seems like the long term game plan aside from keeping/fixing The House is for all of us to try to reduce the sprawl a bit and drift back towards the City - if not in the city itself, closer to than we have been. More of a concern for those of us further out, and it's a brainweasel for me seeing as I always had this nebulous game plan of eventually ending up back in the city. I don't even think Drew would mind coming with me once the kids are more or less grown, which'll only be about a decade from now. 10 years is not very much time at all.

But... neither here nor there at this point. Just... nebulous musing about The! Possible! Future!

Anyway. Have a pre-party Browne selfie:



Insert obligatory comments about how everyone in this picture, myself excepted, is hovering around AARP qualification age. Get used to my face, I will be wearing it, virtually unchanged from the present, for at least the next 20 years, barring spectacular intestinal 'splode or runaway buses.

Next: Part II - Old Familiar Places and Faces. I'll link it when I actually post it.
anagramofbrat: (and the goddamn batman)
All in all a lazy Sunday... the kids pretty much hung out with the cats, played games, and worked on their NaNos, much of the day, and I got to be amused as Drew helped Kidzilla solve a thorny problem with her pokemanz that she couldn't figure out on her own. Father-daughter bonding is adorable, no matter what form it takes.

Moonbeam seems to have passed her final "can she stay with us?" question with flying colors - hell out of the three cats she seems to have either the most patience with the kids or the least amount of give-a-fuck as long as her 18 hour marathon nap sessions at the foot of the bed aren't disturbed.

Speaking of marathons! I actually found a livestream of the NY marathon this morning and pretty much watched all the coverage from the men's start cannon on up to them signing off at 2pm. I had Feels about it too - not just the twang of homesick that came from watching the runners pass through neighborhood both familiar and not so much, but also... the expected ones that come in the wake of last year's cancellation controversy just after Sandy and then that awful few days surrounding the Boston Marathon bombing. I think a lot of people tuned in today that wouldn't ordinarily in light of those two events, and it didn't disappoint. Reminded me of a couple years ago when Drew and I were in Manhattan and we happened to wander by the finish line for a while before bringing Dad back Carnegie Deli sandwiches. *sigh*

Dad continues to improve by degrees though not so much in the speech department. I've got feels about that too.

Speaking of improving by degrees, I'm feeling more or less myself again, besides the horse-like appetite. Though I had a sudden thought/realization/suspicion last night that I may need to talk to Dr Kate and Dr Tassoni on Wednesday about, since it turns out I'm seeing them both (thank fuck it's payday, I guess). But I think I may know what's going on with this stupid recurring rash. And possibly a lot of other things as well. All I can really say is UGH stupid autoimmune disorder fuckery. But at least I'm feeling better enough to actually go to work tomorrow. Whee I guess?

On the bead front, six days in and I can confirm that compared to the last big bead project this is definitely going MUCH faster than last time. I don't know if it's a combination of using shorter lengths of thread, or a blocky run of mostly single colors so far, or just having done it enough that I've hit some sort of stride, but a) after six days I'm twice as far along as I was six days into the Tetris Dance b) I seem to have shaved an hour off of the time taken to complete a row, so that's a thing. But yeah, I'm flying through and it doesn't seem to be hurting my wrists as much even. I don't know if I'll be able to sustain this breakneck pace all month, but considering the progress I've made in a little under a week, I'm kind of hopeful and excited. Especially since next row the pattern gets interesting again, lol.



3230 / 25840 beads. 12.5% done!

Oh hey. I'm apparently 1/8 through already, go me. Pictures tomorrow, I think.

I have a short story idea cooking involving the NYC subway that I need to get somewhat onto paper for the online edition of Drinktank. It was partially inspired by this video, which is... well. If you need a smile/lift today, this isn't the worst way to get it.



Well, I guess I could think of worse ways to put my uselessly encyclopaedic knowledge of the subway to use...
anagramofbrat: (winter holiday)
Oh man, I hate visitng Dad when the interballs is broken. Hence the no posting - while I had Squeee with me, there isn't any point in using him with no connectivity and it's annoying enough keeping up with FB and Twitter on Dad's iThings. I hate borrowing other people's computer type devices.

But yeah, it was a Thanksgiving weekend. Had it's ups, had its downs, had its surprises and moments of pure rage.

Thursday:

  • Rode down with esotericscribe early in the morning, and took the train down from his neighborhood in Queens to The House (had about $25 worth of metrocards with me that had been sitting on my desk all year - glad I remembered them!). Dad didn't bother saying hello upon my arrival, but began fussing at me for breakfast and wedding pictures. Sigh. I made him breakfast after scolding him for being chauvinistic and lazy. I also managed to catch the last half hour of the parade so I didn't have to go into full on twitch mode, but I may well torrent it tonight and watch the whole thing tomorrow morning. Traditions must be kept however they can.

  • Dinner with the family was small (half of us were missing) and by contrast quiet and civilized. It was good though. And the FOOD. Dad's housekeeper did 90% of the cooking for us, and wow. That woman can seriously make some collard greens. And turkey. And Ham. And them heathens ate an entire loaf of the pumpkin bread BEFORE we said grace.

  • We set the table really pretty too:


Friday:

  • Spent an hour on the phone with Verizon about the internet. Hopefully they send a new router this week, because that situation in there is untenable. To me anyway. Dad has cellular service on his iPad and an iPhone so honey badger don't have to care. Bah.

  • Ruthy and I had to run some financy type errands for Dad in downtown Brooklyn. In the process I got to briefly reacquant myself with Mom's actual jewelry collection (I have a fair amount of her vintage costume jewelry). Damn Mom. That lady loved herself some jewelry. Ruthy offered to let me pick out one or two things, but honestly, I have no place to really wear any of that stuff, though if I had to pick she did have some rather gorgeous Iranian filigree pieces. Or her charm bracelet - I have pretty strong memories of playing with that as a small child.

  • Ruthy also hooked me up with this holiday deliciousness:

    Sweet delicious pepparkakor nom nom nom.

  • After dealing with that pain in the ass, we went to BAM to see Lincoln. I did enjoy the movie, but I have Opinions about it. They may have to wait until a long overdue Media Consumption Post.

  • In the spirit of AAAAGH QUIT BORROWING MY PHONE Dad straight up offered to frog march me to AT&T to buy me an iPhone5. After being utterly floored by this offer, I asked him to delay it until January when I have a regular paycheck and can support a data plan. So that's gonna be my Christmas present, which means soon The Precious can finally go quietly into her retirement. I may wipe and jailbreak it and give it to Kidzilla as a music/game player. Also, I CAN GET ME ONE OF THESE SEXY SEXY CASES. Because my wallet is my ipod case and that very badly needs to be retired as well.

  • Went to sleep aggressively snuggled by Dad's cat.


Saturday:

  • Got up early, went to the store, and got eggs and potatoes for Dad's breakfast. There was one spoiled West Indian afterward.

  • Was considering going up to AMNH to visit Alejandra's spider exhibit, but couldn't get a hold of either her nor her mother in time, so instead I went up to the Garment District.

    So glad Tohoshoji is still there!Amanda (who got me into beading) and I used to go up here and get bulk bead stuff all the time. They still have decent prices too - not as much markup for a 20g box of delicas either. So now I have all five of my main colors plus a few others in good supply for now.

  • Watched Star Wars (Episode IV: A New Hope) on Spike. It had been long enough since I'd seen it that watching it again was actually fun. Kinda striking how different Mark Hamill looked between Star Wars and Empire, but car accidents'll jack your face up, alas.

  • More kitty sleeps. She snores. And kicks.


Sunday:

  • I'm usually tired of being back home after two days, let alone three, so you can imagine I was rearing to get back to MA. Except that didn't happen - I showed up at Port Authority two hours before my bus was to leave expecting some holiday craziness, but not the magnitude of crazy that greeted me there yesterday wherein no tickets were being sold or printed "until further notice" police were trying to control fourteen lines of very annoyed people and apparently none of the buses were leaving on time. I later found out that all carriers had massively oversold almost all of the departures out of new york. I waited for about four or five hours, gave up and went back to brooklyn in a state of massively thwarted anxiety. Note to self - always buy my tickets ahead of time from now on. Seriously I've travelled through Port Authority for many a Thanksgiving weekend for almost 20 years now, I had never seen or experienced anything like the zoo that was yesterday.

  • Least dad and the cat were glad to have me around for an extra evening.

  • Did laundry and watched horrifyingly bad TV while doing so, including three minutes of Liz and Dick than made me run screaming like I'd seen a moldy sandwich.


Monday:

  • Took NO chances and bought a Megabus ticket this morning. Mostly becuase they only require a confirmation number to board and you can wave an iDevice at them with it showing on the screen even. Wasn't risking having to buy OR print a ticket at Port Authority. Fuck all that noise.

  • Spoiled Dad with breakfast. Again.

  • Rather more successful in making it home this time, and while Manbeast was quite effusively glad to see me, the cats are still being hard to get little fiends. They'll forgive me eventually. I was, after all, cavorting with GASP another cat all weekend without their permission.

  • Left my iPad charger in Brooklyn. Dang it.


In beading news:
No internet in the house == I BEAD LIKE A FIEND. It's also an excellent thing to do while waiting in line for a bus ticket line that's never going to move, but hey.



It's starting to actually look like something now. And you can almost read the badge on the right.

Still got a loooooong ass way to go though. And there was a copious amount of swearing this morning when I dropped a container of beads on the dining room floor this morning. Le sigh.

2550 / 25500
(10%)


And that's my weekend.
anagramofbrat: (47 st. paul's pl)
Oh New York. Something special erupts out of you during the holidays that actually truly warms the hard to reach subcockles of my jaded little heart. I think it's gazing up into the face of a 30+ story high rise and counting fourteen visible Christmas trees, seven menorahs, sixteen atrociously lit up windows and nine balconies that have more lights and inflatables on them than entire neighborhoods in Massachusetts. Or maybe it's the inexplicably omnipresent tree stands every four blocks or so because some folks are crazy enough to want to haul a heavy ass genuine Douglas Fir up to a seven story walkup. No, really, I know people do it - you can tell by the garbage piles outside of said walkups the week after New Years. Or the people like our neighbors who manage to stuff lights and creepy motorized Santas in every front window, drape lit garlands from the roof and have a giant bright-ass train festooning their porch every year. (The punchline? They're Jewish.)

Seriously New York during Christmas, man. There are reasons why I'm incredibly happy to be actually home this year for it.

Needless to say I've arrived home safely. Actually the last bit of the journey was made nicer by sharing a subway ride with a Smith student I know from the store who happened to be on my bus down and who needed to get to Coney Island so I told her to ride with me since that's my line. Dad has done his requisite fussing, showing off of his new toys (he's finally replaced his giant ass flatscreen), and I in turn have teased him about catching him coming in the house from a date, impeccably dressed to the nines. The cat has not left me alone since I came in The House and is now curled up on the bed with me purring like an idling tractor trailer. I much prefer this to having a portly kitty trying knead my ass with sharp-ass feet. Ow. Stop loving me with pain. Or if you have to, take me out to dinner first! Sheesh. Also can totally hear the ghost of Mom's Bitching Past up in here because Dad got a real tree for the first time in about 20 years. It's gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but all I can hear in my head is "needles in the carpet" this and "fire hazard" that and "what did that mad fool have to get a real tree for anyway" blah blah blah. Rather than be annoying it's actually kinda making me smile. Dad always did love himself a real Christmas tree. Of course he never actually deals with putting it up or decorating it or taking it down, which is probably why. At least he got a reasonable height one and not a sticky seven or eight foot monstrosity like he used to insist on getting. If you have to get on a freaking ladder to put the angel on top, your tree is too damn tall.

I think Dad is happy to have Christmas at home as well. He's been making noise about restarting the treating the women of the family to brunch and perfume at Saks tradition again, which we haven't done since my second year at Smith because Mom got sick right around then. 'Course, I'm not a perfume or makeup person so I usually spent those trips finding about the least visibly feminine thing on the lobby floor as my treat - one year it was a teddy bear (which I still have) the next, bath gel, the next a cute Captain's hat from the menswear department (also which I still have). Not even gonna lie, I'm already scheming how to spin my girly treat into something else from the neighborhood - the American Girl Place is next door across the street (though after having experienced The Smell Of Pink last month with [livejournal.com profile] cell23, I'm a little wary of going in there) and the LEGO store is down the block. Jesus H, that's so me. 33, grown ass woman, and what do I want for Christmas instead of perfume? Toys. Le sigh. Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna grow up. Maybe I should bite the bullet and actually get makeup though. I am getting some kinda married in the spring and after accompanying various folk shopping for glorified face paint for the occasion I should probably take the opportunity to not have to pay for it. And I do like M.A.C. products. Preferred brand of drag queens. Or so I've heard.

Tomorrow Dad is monopolizing my day, but since we're going downtown to the financial district and then to J&R like we used to when I was a kid, I don't mind. I won't ask him to take me to Burger King though. Even if the same one we used to go to all the time is still there. J&R though, uh oh. Taking me to J&R is like giving a small child four double espressos and turning him or her loose in Toys R Us and/or FAO Schwarz. Seriously between the computer/electronics, movies and music departments (both as in recorded music and as in instruments and accessories) that place is a block of nothing but pure retail Andee-crack. NNNNNNNGGGGG.

*sigh* it's gonna be a busy week.
anagramofbrat: (empire state)


"HAHAHA! HIT ME! HIT ME!"

*dead* Old Crazy Eddie commercials kill me.
anagramofbrat: (NY Gay Pride)
HOOOOO SHIT PICTURE POST FUCK YES



The sun finally peeked out for a bit today so I went out back to check how the plants took to all the rain.

FUCK YEAH TOMATO )

Itty bitty baby tomato omg! It's so cute! Can't wait until it swells into a giant heirloom monster of beefy doom!



It's a good day for kidlet pictures too.

West Side Tatros )

Jesus Horatio Cracker-Lovin' Christ, these kids are getting so big! Still want to get one of Lovebug and [livejournal.com profile] cell23 together today seeing as they're both wearing Superman shirts and the cute is KILLING me.



And of course Lily says "I'm the star of this post. Yes I am. WORSHIP MY CATNESS." Never mind that [livejournal.com profile] cell23 and I nearly made a hat out of her ass this morning for biting and clawing our toes until we got up to feed her.

Well, it IS Caturday after all. )



And my obligatory pride cum skyscraper porn from last night made into an icon. Now that I'm past the wellspring of emotion, the picture just makes me smile. A lot.
anagramofbrat: (new york)
Bit heavy on the posts today, but that's just following the trend of busy day = more posting.

I was sad to hear this morning that Peter Falk had died today. I remember Columbo; my mom watched it. Even so, I was a little young for it at the time, so I don't remember too much of it other than the episode here and there that I caught on Nick at Nite or something as a teen or an adult. No, Peter Falk to me will always be the Grandfather who comes in, makes lame jokes, pinches my cheek even though I hate it, and reads me a certain story because I'm sick. (Just not the kissing parts.) Yeah, this one didn't hit me in the gut until [livejournal.com profile] cell23 asked in the car "but who is gonna read the story again tomorrow now?"

I know how some of you feel about The Princess Bride. Yeah, it's overquoted and its fans do tend to think it's the greatest thing since sliced bread to the point of annoyance, I get that. But that movie was a big part of my childhood. From like age 9 until 13 I quite literally watched the copy we had in the house once a week, sometimes twice and certainly every day I stayed home sick from school, and I still know every line and camera angle. So tonight I ask for y'all to stuff the haterade cause for a bit, Peter Falk was the grandfather I never got to have growing up, having missed both Mom and Dad's fathers by years.

Anyway. RIP, Grandpa. You will be missed.

* * * * *

In other news... I was gonna write this whole big long thing about how marriage equality passed in New York this evening, how psyched I am that it is now legal in both states I call home to marry the one you love regardless of what combination of dangly bits you have, why this issue is so important to me and the impact it's had in my life (lets just say if it had been legal in either NY or MA ten years ago I think my life would have been VERY different right now), but then this picture from Newsweek's tumblr got posted to Twitter and I completely lost my shit.



Yep. All of this, and it's a picture of a fucking skyscraper that leaves me sobbing. Pictures being worth a thousand words and all, I think this picture covers just about everything I could possibly express about this, and far more eloquently, so I'm just going to leave it here, and go terrify [livejournal.com profile] cell23 by needing a hug now.
anagramofbrat: (squee)
on my way out of New York and back to demanding kitty, adoring Manbeast, and most importantly my own squooshy way too comfortable bed. I honestly don't know when the last time I've been this dog tired was.

Despite the complete and utter exhaustion (I kinda forgot what an ordeal getting back on the regular crohn's pills is and in light of that should probably have waited until next week to start back up) this trip was overwhelmingly a more positive one than the last, probably entirely because of the amount of progress Dad has made since the pneumonia scare and return to Mt. Sinai on my last visit. On the contrary, after a meeting with his rehab team yesterday he's been given a release date of next thursday which is awesome news. Two months of hospitals and rehab is entirely Too Much. Considering how he was when I first went to see him in the hospital in January and where he is now, which in some ways is in better shape than before the stroke, I'm astounded by his progress. The rehab center has a small coffee shop in the basement for its residents, and yesterday we went down together for a late afternoon snack. Dad was up, walking (and not slowly either) with a little help from a walker for his balance, and once downstairs he was being his usual charming pain in the butt self at the lady running the place as well as trading jokes with the nuns on staff. He still loses words on occasion and while he always mixed up the names of his kids/grandkids (and had been known to go through at least five or six names before getting to the right one) that tendancy's gotten a bit worse. Still, for someone who had a stroke seven weeks ago, he ain't looking too bad.

Still I think all of us will be glad when he's out. Well, Ruth'll be more frazzled while he's staying with her, but he'll be if not home, close to it, back in Brooklyn, and I for one will be happy if I never have to take the IRT up the upper east side ever again. Between Mom at NY Presbyterian years ago and Dad ending up in Mt sinai for various and sundry over the years, I've almost never had to be up there for a good reason, and over the past couple of months I've come to utterly loathe having to take the sardine tin that is the Lexington Ave line anywhere and personally can't wait for them to hurry up and open the 2nd Ave line, because goddamn them IRT train cars are NARROW as HELL.

Sorry, veered into subway nerdage for a minute there.

Anyway, I didn't get everything I had to do done this time around (there is just not enough hours/spoons in the day for all the shit that needs taking care of) I do come home with a grim sense of accomplishment with what I did manage to get done. There was something about finally finding, buying and delivering the four silk ascots after two days of chasing them all over Manhattan that was deeply satisfying. I often need to be reminded that I can be deeply resourceful in a weird as hell pinch. I did manage to keep up with my actual job this week as well as pick up a little extra scratch from the fam, so this week will be somewhat profitable, and I just got a notice that my moderately whopping federal refund was accepted and should be hitting my account early next week. Just in time for PAXEast, not like I'm going to let myself spend much out there, seeing as most of my money's kinda spoken for for at least the next few months. Still... kinda nice to know things are looking up on several fronts for a change.... y'all don't know how thirsty I've been for some sunshine thrown my way. But for now I'm looking eagerly forward to boy and bed tonight. Or vice versa. I don't care, it'll just be good to get home.

Gonna catch a nap now.
anagramofbrat: (squee)
on my way out of New York and back to demanding kitty, adoring Manbeast, and most importantly my own squooshy way too comfortable bed. I honestly don't know when the last time I've been this dog tired was.

Despite the complete and utter exhaustion (I kinda forgot what an ordeal getting back on the regular crohn's pills is and in light of that should probably have waited until next week to start back up) this trip was overwhelmingly a more positive one than the last, probably entirely because of the amount of progress Dad has made since the pneumonia scare and return to Mt. Sinai on my last visit. On the contrary, after a meeting with his rehab team yesterday he's been given a release date of next thursday which is awesome news. Two months of hospitals and rehab is entirely Too Much. Considering how he was when I first went to see him in the hospital in January and where he is now, which in some ways is in better shape than before the stroke, I'm astounded by his progress. The rehab center has a small coffee shop in the basement for its residents, and yesterday we went down together for a late afternoon snack. Dad was up, walking (and not slowly either) with a little help from a walker for his balance, and once downstairs he was being his usual charming pain in the butt self at the lady running the place as well as trading jokes with the nuns on staff. He still loses words on occasion and while he always mixed up the names of his kids/grandkids (and had been known to go through at least five or six names before getting to the right one) that tendancy's gotten a bit worse. Still, for someone who had a stroke seven weeks ago, he ain't looking too bad.

Still I think all of us will be glad when he's out. Well, Ruth'll be more frazzled while he's staying with her, but he'll be if not home, close to it, back in Brooklyn, and I for one will be happy if I never have to take the IRT up the upper east side ever again. Between Mom at NY Presbyterian years ago and Dad ending up in Mt sinai for various and sundry over the years, I've almost never had to be up there for a good reason, and over the past couple of months I've come to utterly loathe having to take the sardine tin that is the Lexington Ave line anywhere and personally can't wait for them to hurry up and open the 2nd Ave line, because goddamn them IRT train cars are NARROW as HELL.

Sorry, veered into subway nerdage for a minute there.

Anyway, I didn't get everything I had to do done this time around (there is just not enough hours/spoons in the day for all the shit that needs taking care of) I do come home with a grim sense of accomplishment with what I did manage to get done. There was something about finally finding, buying and delivering the four silk ascots after two days of chasing them all over Manhattan that was deeply satisfying. I often need to be reminded that I can be deeply resourceful in a weird as hell pinch. I did manage to keep up with my actual job this week as well as pick up a little extra scratch from the fam, so this week will be somewhat profitable, and I just got a notice that my moderately whopping federal refund was accepted and should be hitting my account early next week. Just in time for PAXEast, not like I'm going to let myself spend much out there, seeing as most of my money's kinda spoken for for at least the next few months. Still... kinda nice to know things are looking up on several fronts for a change.... y'all don't know how thirsty I've been for some sunshine thrown my way. But for now I'm looking eagerly forward to boy and bed tonight. Or vice versa. I don't care, it'll just be good to get home.

Gonna catch a nap now.

Ow.

Mar. 3rd, 2011 12:30 am
anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
Well I can't complain that I don't get any exercise when I'm down here, that's for sure. I just poked google and figured out that I walked about seven miles total today, and that's not counting the stairs and passageways involved in numerous and sundry subway transfers. Once again I'm kind of a useless bag of hamburger meat from the tailbone down, that's how much everything hurts. Clearly I'm not in shape for New York anymore; we're gonna have to fix that.

Other than the OW, today was a good, if long day. Met up with Tash&Winnie and actually got to meet their three cats for the first time. They were all really sweet cats, but I have to put in a mention of Spunky who is a huge, beautiful hunk of leonine boy love and just basically was all like. "You. Scratch my head. ooooooooooooooh. Okay, I like you, you may stay." And when I say huge, he is bigger than Puck, Bean or Valentino - he's very easily a 20+ pound cat, but he's not overweight, he's just GIGANTIC. Think this cat is to other cats as Shaquille O'Neal is to normal humans. Yeah. Needless to say I fell in love immediately. I'm such a sucker for big ass boykitties it isn't even funny. Pictures later, cause I took some with the phone.

But yeah, I had a good afternoon with them. It was definitely full of food, cats and conversation, and then they tagged along shopping with me as I searched Lower Manhattan high and low for reasonably priced ascots (please don't ask, it's a Dad thing). They prove elusive little beasts. Tomorrow I try again, this time a little further uptown.

Was kinda running late the entire day so I didn't get up to see Dad until well after 8, but did hang for about an hour to tease and banter with him. His team and Ruthy meet tomorrow to discuss his progress and the date of his release. It could be Friday, it could be next week, but considering how he's doing it's going to be soon.

But yes, ow. I currently lie sprawled ungracefully across Ruthy's couch trying to convince myself to get back up, shower in the hottest water I can coax from the tap, take my meds, make up the counch into my bed, and pass gloriously, finally out for the night. May possibly risk an ibuprofen as well, because I really do feel massively overdid it at the gym level sore right now. That which doesn't kill you, and all that jazz.

sleep will be soooooooooo good. Off I go.

Ow.

Mar. 3rd, 2011 12:30 am
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Well I can't complain that I don't get any exercise when I'm down here, that's for sure. I just poked google and figured out that I walked about seven miles total today, and that's not counting the stairs and passageways involved in numerous and sundry subway transfers. Once again I'm kind of a useless bag of hamburger meat from the tailbone down, that's how much everything hurts. Clearly I'm not in shape for New York anymore; we're gonna have to fix that.

Other than the OW, today was a good, if long day. Met up with Tash&Winnie and actually got to meet their three cats for the first time. They were all really sweet cats, but I have to put in a mention of Spunky who is a huge, beautiful hunk of leonine boy love and just basically was all like. "You. Scratch my head. ooooooooooooooh. Okay, I like you, you may stay." And when I say huge, he is bigger than Puck, Bean or Valentino - he's very easily a 20+ pound cat, but he's not overweight, he's just GIGANTIC. Think this cat is to other cats as Shaquille O'Neal is to normal humans. Yeah. Needless to say I fell in love immediately. I'm such a sucker for big ass boykitties it isn't even funny. Pictures later, cause I took some with the phone.

But yeah, I had a good afternoon with them. It was definitely full of food, cats and conversation, and then they tagged along shopping with me as I searched Lower Manhattan high and low for reasonably priced ascots (please don't ask, it's a Dad thing). They prove elusive little beasts. Tomorrow I try again, this time a little further uptown.

Was kinda running late the entire day so I didn't get up to see Dad until well after 8, but did hang for about an hour to tease and banter with him. His team and Ruthy meet tomorrow to discuss his progress and the date of his release. It could be Friday, it could be next week, but considering how he's doing it's going to be soon.

But yes, ow. I currently lie sprawled ungracefully across Ruthy's couch trying to convince myself to get back up, shower in the hottest water I can coax from the tap, take my meds, make up the counch into my bed, and pass gloriously, finally out for the night. May possibly risk an ibuprofen as well, because I really do feel massively overdid it at the gym level sore right now. That which doesn't kill you, and all that jazz.

sleep will be soooooooooo good. Off I go.
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*waves from Brooklyn*

I keep feeling like I have so called "real posts" saved up but I've been so distracted by work life and headnoise I haven't been up to bothering. Tonight is much the same - all I really have to report is I'm in New York this week. I've spent the majority of the evening watching Ruthy and Nuke bicker like teenagers and shake my head. These ladies are pushing 50, y'all. I can't.

But yeah I don't know, this week has been all gastro distress, work and several days of the worst active depression jag I've had in a while (I kinda sleepwalked through this kid's weekend, which I kinda feel bad about) and even at the other end of it (I hope, the last few days have been awful in the head) I'm still kinda bleccchugh. (The chest cold I think I picked up running around in the slush this morning probably isn't helping.)

anyway, the siblings have a to-do list for me this week, so Im resigning myself to running myself ragged this week. The nice part about new york, oddly enough, is that my brain tends to unscramble a bit here - something about the city's vibe allows me to think better, and always has. Little bit of concrete and steel never hurt nobody I guess.

Miss my manbeast and my cat through, ngl.

Right about getting that there sleep substance now.
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*waves from Brooklyn*

I keep feeling like I have so called "real posts" saved up but I've been so distracted by work life and headnoise I haven't been up to bothering. Tonight is much the same - all I really have to report is I'm in New York this week. I've spent the majority of the evening watching Ruthy and Nuke bicker like teenagers and shake my head. These ladies are pushing 50, y'all. I can't.

But yeah I don't know, this week has been all gastro distress, work and several days of the worst active depression jag I've had in a while (I kinda sleepwalked through this kid's weekend, which I kinda feel bad about) and even at the other end of it (I hope, the last few days have been awful in the head) I'm still kinda bleccchugh. (The chest cold I think I picked up running around in the slush this morning probably isn't helping.)

anyway, the siblings have a to-do list for me this week, so Im resigning myself to running myself ragged this week. The nice part about new york, oddly enough, is that my brain tends to unscramble a bit here - something about the city's vibe allows me to think better, and always has. Little bit of concrete and steel never hurt nobody I guess.

Miss my manbeast and my cat through, ngl.

Right about getting that there sleep substance now.
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soooo today went kinda pear shaped while en route to NY. I got an email from Vicki saying Dad was headed from rehab back to Mt. Sinai's ER.

Aaaaagh.

Anyway to make a long story and a wibble filled drive short, Dad's back in the hospital proper. Fluid in his lungs, probably pneumonia. *sigh* getting off Peter Pan and heading up to 100th and Madison is starting to become eerily routine. Anyway they've admitted him for observation and pumping him full of diuretics and antibiotics, hopefully that'll do the trick. :/

I'm sure I've said this before, but I am truly not allowed to complain about CDH's ER. Mount Sinai's is like the Major Deegan during rush hour.

So yeah... I don't even know how to feel about any of this. I'm just kinda sitting in the 7th floor day room with Vicki, we're both worn ragged, and I'm just too tired to feel much at all other than slightly tweaked by the vital sign monitor noises per usual. I'll sort it out after I get some food and sleep into my system, I suppose. If then.

Meantime have some pretty pictures of Times Square and Rockefeller Center I took tonight.



Kinda perversely dreading tonight's dailytwit roundup. I may have tweetshat right and left today. Anxiety's fun. :P
anagramofbrat: (47 st. paul's pl)
soooo today went kinda pear shaped while en route to NY. I got an email from Vicki saying Dad was headed from rehab back to Mt. Sinai's ER.

Aaaaagh.

Anyway to make a long story and a wibble filled drive short, Dad's back in the hospital proper. Fluid in his lungs, probably pneumonia. *sigh* getting off Peter Pan and heading up to 100th and Madison is starting to become eerily routine. Anyway they've admitted him for observation and pumping him full of diuretics and antibiotics, hopefully that'll do the trick. :/

I'm sure I've said this before, but I am truly not allowed to complain about CDH's ER. Mount Sinai's is like the Major Deegan during rush hour.

So yeah... I don't even know how to feel about any of this. I'm just kinda sitting in the 7th floor day room with Vicki, we're both worn ragged, and I'm just too tired to feel much at all other than slightly tweaked by the vital sign monitor noises per usual. I'll sort it out after I get some food and sleep into my system, I suppose. If then.

Meantime have some pretty pictures of Times Square and Rockefeller Center I took tonight.



Kinda perversely dreading tonight's dailytwit roundup. I may have tweetshat right and left today. Anxiety's fun. :P
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So I finally offloaded the pictures from the Hatemonger, which is doing nothing for my desire to spend the remainder of my life in the Rose Reading Room, cause GOOD GODDAMN.



Just... jesus christ, guh.

lookit this sweet ass motherfucking library omg. )

The rest of the album is mostly just subway nerdage, but feel free to check it out if you like.
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So I finally offloaded the pictures from the Hatemonger, which is doing nothing for my desire to spend the remainder of my life in the Rose Reading Room, cause GOOD GODDAMN.



Just... jesus christ, guh.

lookit this sweet ass motherfucking library omg. )

The rest of the album is mostly just subway nerdage, but feel free to check it out if you like.

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