Happy Halloween

While I don't participate in Halloween in New York City (most years anyway), I do appreciate the amusement it sometimes brings me. Besides the enjoyment of watching torn-up people in costumes do the morning after Halloween night (or whichever weekend morning after the night that is designated as the official "drunk going out" Halloween) walk of shame, I enjoy watching people attempt to do regular, everyday things wearing their costumes.

Last night, I saw Darth Vader (complete with mask) discussing paying the babysitter with Little Bo Peep in the elevator of my building, followed by Farrah Fawcett (played by a man in drag) walking home from the grocery store, complete with a wig, a trench coat and heels, loaded down with bags of milk, cereal, bread and normal household staples.

I heart New York.

right writing

So, I need to get back into the habit of putting something on this page on a regular basis (as mentioned so many other times). This is the weekend to start that again (though not right this moment). I need to just accept that there is no right thought to put down and no right subject about which to write, and just start habitually committing language to the page. Here's to starting (on Halloween weekend). I certainly have more than a few things to say.

whoops

I have been working a little too hard on everything lately, hence my silence. The apartment has gone through Phase I of home improvement (first round of painting and the floors). Now, the clean up begins. Pictures coming soon (as well as a much more proper entry).