Posts Tagged ‘New York’

Happy St Patrick’s Day

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010


It’s still St Patrick’s Day here for a few more hours — and in points further west. So I wish you the joy of the day.

My youngest granddaughter who believes in the joy of holidays, thinks it’s a celebration in honor of one of her uncles.

Her dad says that all day long she’s been telling everyone she meets, “Happy Uncle Patrick’s Day!”

Sounds like a good idea to me.

I wish you the same, whether your name is Patrick or not.

I hope to be more timely in my blogging now that my mother is situated in an assisted living apartment and not moving from place to place on a nearly weekly basis, and I am not coughing my head off.

Next week I’m off to New York for a wedding. I’d actually forgotten because I’d made the reservations ages ago. I usually spend time ahead looking for things that will be going on in the city before I go. This time I made reservations to see one play back when I bought my plane ticket. And then life got interesting and I never got a chance to see what else might be happening.

If you have suggestions for things happening in the city now, please comment and let me know. Even if you haven’t been there, but have ideas of good stuff to do, I’d love to hear about it. I’ve been to NYC lots of times, but there’s always more to see and do than I ever have time for.

Suggest! I’d appreciate it. And you might well win one of the books in this week’s Great Book Give-Away.

Bye, George!

Monday, December 21st, 2009


By George, he’s gone.

George, that is. He took his heroine and cyberspatially took off on the weekend so he’ll be spending Christmas on the other side of the pond.

It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. Neither could his heroine, Sophy. I am sooooo glad they finally got it together and managed their happily-ever-after.

I hope the ed likes it when she reads it which, she tells me, will probably not be until January. Not a problem. The last thing I want is George coming home for Christmas. Even though I love him dearly, we need a little space. A little less togetherness.

I’m now in the throes of planning Christmas in a week. Or less, obviously. Fortunately before I threw myself headlong at the last few chapters of George, I got most of my Christmas shopping done and the presents that needed mailing were mailed. And a week ago last weekend we put up the tree.

But since George left the building I’ve been baking and cleaning and washing sheets (for descending grandkids and kids to have places to sleep) and shoveling snow and figuring out Christmas dinner. At Thanksgiving I came within a blink of forgetting potatoes. So I need to start making lists.

It’s snowing again tonight. It’s supposed to snow for the next three days. That should make the indoor preparations easier and the shopping preparations tricky, to say the least.

I’m off now to write my blog for Tuesday for Tote Bags ‘n’ Blogs. Drop by and say hi.

To get you in the holiday spirit, in case you’re not, this is where Sophy and George are spending Christmas.

Where are you spending it?

Me and George

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009

I got home from New York last week and threw myself at George.

He threw me back.

He wasn’t ready to talk, even though I’d found him a fantastic brownstone to live in, a good office at Columbia University to work at, and a plot that would get him Sophy in the end.

He was busy, he said. He had experiments to work on. He had things to think about. He couldn’t talk to me now.

So I threw him under a truck.

That’ll teach him.

Now he’s in the hospital recovering. And when he opens his eyes he’s going to find himself staring into Sophy’s big brown ones.

We might have a book here, folks. I’ll see what George thinks tomorrow when I turn up at the computer and open his file.

At least now he knows I mean business.

ps: I’m putting together my Hugh and Dan contest — which I would have had up by now, but battles with George, and piles of laundry and suchlike have kept me from sending the stuff to Heather my webmistress.

But you know what next Monday is, don’t you? Whose birthday it is?

Send me an answer to that question, and I’ll put you in my contest before it even starts.