Month: November 2008

It’s Monday, back to work, although when you work at home the days kinda blend together and weekends don’t carry the same punch.  What am I working on this week?  Oh!  A meeting about marketing at my publisher later this week!  Love these.  They stoke those fires of hope.  Maybe this book will be the one.  

These guys were in front of Balducci’s the other day. I don’t know breed they are, but they were adorable and three of an adorable thing is cause to stop and take a picture.  Now I want three dogs.

I bought three plants, and three pretty pots to put them in to get ready for the shelf my friend is going to put up for me tomorrow.  I put them on a high shelf so Buddy can’t reach them, except they look really great there!  

So what do I do?  Get three more plants? Except, maybe these plants won’t get enough light there?  They’re in the middle, on the top shelf. I don’t think this picture is conveying how good they look there.  The issue is light.  And $$$. 

It’s all in my previous post.  I remembered the apartment number wrong and that open house wasn’t in the building where I used to live, but two blocks west.  There were a lot of remarkable similarities though.

I went to the open house anyway, and the broker was very nice.  He let me go through the photo albums of the woman who used to live in the apartment.  She’d been there since 1944 and her family didn’t want most of her personal items. Sad.  I was telling him that I love to go through forgotten, unwanted things like that and so he kindly found a ladder and pulled down a few albums for me. He even said I could come back on another day, when they weren’t having an open house.  Ah.  I love gracious people.

That’s going to be me someday though, leaving unwanted photo albums behind.  I was just thinking this the other day, about all my photographs.  I’ve got a few boxes of unorganized photographs that I was going to go through and put the good ones into photo albums.  Then I thought, who is going to care about all it when I’m gone?  Not that they should, but it is a little heart-breaking.

Here’s a shot of the studio.  The one bedroom was nicer, but I didn’t take a shot of that one. This studio was VERY tiny, needs work, but had a nice feel, and looks out on the garden.  The only downside to that would be the noise and lack of privacy whenever anyone has a garden party.

I was browsing the real estate listings in the Times, always a dangerous, bittersweet pursuit, and I saw that all the apartments in the first building I lived in when I moved to the city are for sale (except for the one I lived in strangely).  I’m in agony because these apartments are just so lovely.  They all have fireplaces, gorgeous wide plank floors, it’s a small building, great street. And they all have access to a church garden, which was the most beautiful private city garden I have ever seen. (Picture below.)

Oh life.  The way you turn out.  In 1980 the rent for my apartment in this building was $600 a month, and that was considered high at the time, but a very good rent for this block and apartment.  The landlords could have gotten more, but they were such kind, decent people.  I wish I could remember their names.

There’s an open house today and I’m going to try to stop by.  The studio is just perfect for me. It’s even affordable, I would say, for people who make a normal living.  I probably shouldn’t go. I’ll just burst into tears.  You can see the inside of the apartments here.

They are so hitting the ground running. Check out Obama’s new website. I actually sent away for a job application.  I guess I’m getting carried away, but I want to be a part of it. Everywhere all over the website they keep asking for ideas and stories and help.

Everything about this website is the opposite of the past eight years.  Once again, it’s just so freaking exciting. 

I’ve been reading Obama’s speeches from the past year.  I think it’s just possible that he might be one of the great ones. (Not too much pressure.)  

Here is part of his speech from New Hampshire.

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom through the darkest of nights.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballot; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality. Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity. Yes we can heal this nation. Yes we can repair this world. Yes we can.

I want to help!