December in New Orleans…

The start of my trip to New Orleans was derailed slightly by a car accident on the highway. It looked and felt pretty dramatic and it left me a little sore today, with a bruised tailbone (a literal pain in the butt), but I’ve managed to take it in stride and enjoy my limited time in a city that I’m reminded again just how much I love.

After a delicious breakfast this morning at the Ruby Slipper Cafe, I spent the day wandering some of my favorite parts of the French Quarter, looking at (and buying) art, chatting with lots of interesting people, and enjoying the miraculously beautiful weather. I had thought that I might end up heading back to the hotel at some point mid-afternoon to nap, but instead walked and walked and didn’t get back to the hotel until about 6pm, when I had a quick rest.

An hour later I was picked up by an old friend who lived in my building in New York for many years, before moving back to New Orleans about eight years ago. We caught up over dinner at Pizza Delicious (it was definitely that) and it was wonderful to see her and chat about anything and everything.

I came back to my hotel, left for a bit again to get some provisions (seltzer and snacks) and then back to my hotel room to ice my tailbone (ah yes my glamorous life) and get into my pajamas. Now here I sit, exhausted and still so happy to be here, but also thinking, why again did I commit to Holidailies…have I mentioned that I’m exhausted?

So, there it is. A play by play of my delightful (yet not particularly exciting) day. May tomorrow’s entry be a little more exciting. (Note to self: don’t wait until 11pm to write a blog post, when you’ve spent the entire day tiring yourself out.

Until tomorrow…

Home again…

Holidailies 2012Bus got in only 30 minutes late.  Considering the traffic and the driving through the snow thing, I’d say we made pretty good time.  I was in my apartment, in my swanky new Vera Wang pajama bottoms, lying on the couch by 10:30pm.  Could have been far worse.

Now that I’m home from such a lovely few days, I fear the inevitable let down.  When I was in New Hampshire for Thanksgiving, I had a really wonderful time, but came back and felt so depressed for a few days after, which is something I wasn’t expecting.  This time I’m keeping it in mind, in order to keep it at bay.

When there’s so little going on, it’s hard not to feel a little blue and a loss of momentum when I return home, but I’m going to try to keep the positive stuff close.  I walked eight miles while I was away and that was only over the course of two days.  So, I can certainly keep it up and at least walk a couple of miles a few times a week.  It’s how I have to start to get back into the groove and lose all the weight I’ve gained and get back into shape.  So tired of being out of shape.

I also need to just keep myself in a positive head space all around.  It’s just so easy when there’s no event to look forward to, to start feeling down.  Though, Gen will be coming in a few days for New Years, so that’s something to look forward to!  Meanwhile, my living room still sort of looks like an art supply store exploded in here, so I have some cleaning and organizing to do, along with a little more holiday gift finishing and maybe even a little cooking (my mom’s zucchini pancakes are calling my name, I think).

So, truly a wonderful few days away, now I just need to keep that feeling going…

 

Merry Making…

Holidailies 2012My dear friend Sarah has a holiday party each year and she goes all out.  The thing is I usually miss it because I’ve already left to go down to Florida.  So, a benefit of being here this month is that tonight I got to celebrate the holidays with Sarah and her eclectic group of friends.

When I say Sarah has a holiday party, it hardly does it justice.  Sarah cooked a full buffet dinner, two entrees, a half dozen side dishes, and a half dozen desserts for a group of about 40 people and brought all of that food from her kitchen in Brooklyn, to an upstairs lounge in Midtown Manhattan.  There were decorations, there was music (a finely curated mix of holiday tunes from her vast collection), there was dancing, there was conversation, there was laughter (there was also a gorgeous bartender, but I digress).  Mostly, though, there was a kind of warmth that’s hard to describe.

Sarah is one of those people who is a natural at creating communities of people.  Some of the most interesting, talented, and wonderful people I know in New York are because of Sarah.  And they are all so different.  And tonight was an opportunity to catch up with many of them who I hadn’t seen in ages.  And it was an opportunity to relax and let go of day to day concerns and truly enjoy what it is this season is really about.  Laughter and joy and dancing and chatting and reveling with friends old and new.  That Sarah not only managed to put such a shindig together, but to look fabulous and be the life of the party (with the dancing and the dancing and the dancing), and never for a moment seem tired, is slightly awe inspiring.

It’s satisfying to end a weekend of wonderful, happy, good things and to be back in the thick of it at a time when I’ve been struggling to feel a part of the world again.  It made tonight’s festivities just that much better.  It’s yet another moment when I know that I’m very lucky and that despite my bristling against all that new agey, groovy, ethereal shit, believe that people come into your life for a reason (and it’s not just so they can throw great parties and you can eat your weight in brisket and chicken marsala).

 

Blog by Request…

So, a short entry this morning, as I lie in bed, procrastinating getting ready for work.  Fortunately, the lack of commute allows me to not get up until the last possible second if I’m really feeling lazy.

 I haven’t written here in ages.  And yesterday, Nic sent me an email telling me to write something, so here I am.  I’m not sure what there is to say, so a quick update on my life…

I’m close to seven months into my “new” job and still really happy there.  I’ve been taking two pottery classes all summer and I’m being relatively productive.  My apartment has improved in some ways (new furniture, gotten rid of some stuff that was crowding my life) but pretty stagnant in others (still too crap-filled and messy). 

I was diagnosed with ADHD and have been working on making changes in my life to improve that.  It’s a struggle and I waffle between feeling good about taking care of myself and permanently damaged.  Like I said, it’s a struggle.  I’m still carrying too much weight and have lost a lot of the progress I made by not working out anymore.  In the process, I’ve damaged my back and given myself sciatica.  It’s kind of daunting, and that has kept me from calling the physical therapy place and making an appointment.  It’s also a good excuse to not go to the gym.  I’m nothing if not self-aware…

Over all, though, life is not bad these days.  Summer Fridays and working across the street make life feel a little luxurious at the moment.  I need to take advantage of the last few half days of the Summer, since all too soon it will be over and back to working full days on Fridays.

 What else?  Some travel planned for the fall, New Hampshire and Canada and I have to start looking seriously at travel home to Florida for the holidays.  Flights have become ridiculous.

Okay, I think that’s a sufficient enough update for now.  I need to write more often.  It’s good to clear my head…

The Start of New Things…

So, tomorrow I start my new job.  I’m excited and freaked out and I’m not sure what else I’m feeling right now.  I have to say that looking back at the last few months, things have been good.  Being “laid off” was actually the best thing that could have possibly happened. 

I had the month of November to relax and get back to myself, while getting back in the groove of the job search.  I also had the opportunity to spend more time in the pottery studio and to take a really cool workshop at Materials for the Arts, where I made a pretty cool fabric book:

Fabric Book

I was also able to spend Thanksgiving in New Hampshire with my sister and her family, as well as my cousin Kate.  As I related in a previous post, December found me pretty sick, suffering from a mystery virus of the liver, that basically knocked me out of commission for the better part of the month.

However, I was able to drag my sorry behind down to Florida, where a combination of homecooking, sunshine, swimming, and time with my nieces and nephew brought me back to New York feeling almost like myself again.  When I returned, I had a second interview for an amazing job and two weeks ago I was given the good news that I had gotten the job.  That meant I had two weeks of true vacation.  It gave me the ability to relax and get my life in order (somewhat) before I begin.

I know that this job is going to be challenging and a lot of work, but I also feel confident that this situation is a far better one than the last one in which I survived for a year.  So, here’s to the start of a job where I can do good and feel good about what I’m doing.

I’ll keep you posted…

Mystery Illness…

There’s so much that’s gone on since the last time I wrote that it would take far too long to even begin.  I’ll sum it up by saying that I lost my job at the end of October and I’ve never been so relieved about anything in my life.  Good riddance is really the best way to describe it.  Amazingly, unemployment is a far better feeling than walking on egg shells every day to avoid offending an unpredictable, unstable personality.  Having to go there and swallow my pride, my intellect and a lot of bile that was boiling to the surface was soul sucking and detrimental to my health and well-being. 

The loss of the job was also kind of fortuitous.  I’ve been sick in bed for more than two weeks and if I still had that job, the stress of not being there would have been added to my current sorry state and probably would have just been another excuse to get rid of me.  This way, the only thing I have to focus on is getting well.  It’s been the weirdest illness I think I’ve ever had.

It started the day after Thanksgiving with odd muscle pain in my arms and legs.  By that Sunday, I was feeling fatigued and just vaguely under the weather.  By Monday, I knew there was something really wrong.  I had no respiritory symptoms, which is strange for me, since when I get sick it usually manifests in a stuffed nose, sore throat, bronchitis, sinus infection sort of combination.  This time, I had none of those symptoms at all.  I’ve been weak, fatigued and in a great deal of muscle pain.  I’ve been running a low-grade fever for the better part of two weeks and basically the doctor is stumped.  I’ve had two rounds of blood work.  The first ruled out Mono, Lyme disease and a bunch of other fun ailments, but my white blood cell count was suppressed and my liver enzymes were elevated.  The doctor thought I might have hepatitis. 

The second round of blood work ruled that out too.  As scary as that diagnosis is, it was almost better to have a name for what’s wrong.  But, no such luck.  The second set of blood tests showed that my liver enzymes are still elevated.  Still no answer, no name for what’s going on inside my body.  So, tomorrow I’m going for an ultrasound of my liver and gallbladder.  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m a little nervous.  Not for the ultrasound itself, but for what might be found.  I’m hopeful that it’s just a weird virus of some sort that there’s no name for.  That’s kind of where the doctor has been headed.  However, just the fact that he wanted me to have an ultrasound at all is making my mind race.  What could they possibly be looking for?

 I comfort myself with the thought that I’m feeling a little bit better.  Though not back to health yet, I’m actually able to get up and feed myself without feeling completely fatigued and I haven’t had a fever in about 48 hours.  Maybe I’m almost through this thing.  Whatever it may be.

I guess I’ll know tomorrow…or I won’t.  All evidence to the contrary, have I mentioned that I’m not really good without concrete answers?  I guess we’ll just have to see what tomorrow brings…