Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Ermagerd, I made it! I really did not think I was going to succeed this year with the one post a day for 30 days quest. As they say, I've been busier than a one legged man in a kicking contest. NaBloPoMo 2025 felt very unachievable. But then, I wound up finding this lovely group who are all NaBloPoMo'ing too. All of us with our old school blogs coming together with old school comments on posts. Discord? Ha! We sniff at the Discord:   https://theinbetweenismine.com/nablopomo/   These are good people, I enjoyed being a part of it. And I did it! 30 posts in 30 days.  Now look, at this point I do have techniques. I set up the photos ahead of time. I sandbagged some posts in September and October. I'm no NaBloPoMo spring chicken is what I'm saying. I know a thing or two about how to get the job done. And so, we celebrate: I could not be more pleased with this bath bomb. I'm positively irradiated. Nothing says NaBloPoMo success like an Elphaba bath bomb from Lush.  (This ...

  Renya and I made a plan to escape Work Island (which is what the kids call Manhattan these days, I learned that eavesdropping on the subway). We excursioned ourselves to the outer borough of Brooklyn to go to the Brooklyn Museum and see Monet in Venice. The whole way there on the 2, Renya and I cackled about Work Island. It's objectively hilarious. So we get to the Brooklyn Museum, go up to the exhibit. Here's the rather morbid opening salvo: MEMORIES OF VENICE The moment has now come to leave this unique light. I’ve spent some delightful hours here, almost forgetting that I’m now an old man. —Claude Monet Venice resonated with Monet’s artistic concerns and practices, enchanting the artist with its iridescent light, ephemeral atmospheric effects, and the interplay of stone, water, and reflection. Like the Giverny gardens and pond he designed to provide painting motifs, Venice’s architecture rising from the lagoon offered a confluence of art and nature. The city symbolized bot...

  Sandy rarely wears a shirt. https://www.breathewithsandy.com/ It has been a revelation, this Breathing with Sandy. Don't get me wrong, I have been doing the box breathing every now and then for a while. But I never realized there's a whole fandango of different breathing techniques until someone recommended this kinda unusual book called The Presence Process .  I feel bad calling it "unusual" because it is a beloved book that has transformed a lot of people's lives. But it's one of those books where, when you're reading it, you feel like you feel when you find yourself somewhere you didn't expect to be. Like at a rave surrounded by folks in velvet vests dancing with twinkly lights and there's a pond and someone is in it riding an inflatable swan. I appreciated the book and the Process but it's definitely one of those right time, right place, right person kind of affairs. So anyway, spoiler alert, part of the Process is to do this "consci...

 So we had 14 for Thanksgiving dinner. We started doing the holidays at our place after that one year, early on, when we found ourselves in the car at 1am on Christmas Eve.This transpired because Tom's parents are divorced and apparently whoever Tom spends more time with on Christmas Eve is the one he loves the most. So yeah. And this was after a bunch of Thanksgiving drama. So as we were driving through the wintery darkness so many moons ago, I said to Tom, It's your fault they got divorced, why am I suffering? (I didn't actually say that line, it's part of a Nate Bargatze comedy special , but I expressed a similar point. It just took me probably about an hour.) Anyway, ever since then, we hunker down at home and tell anyone who wants to see us they need to come by us. That's it. And you know, I think it's lovely. I hope everyone else does too. 20 years later, I'm thankful for them making the trek. Happy Thanksgiving!

Tom made a beautiful dinner  Look at this dinner! Color me lucky :-)

  My grandpa, age 2 My mother texted over this photo the other day, apropos nothing. I guess she was cleaning out boxes. I had never seen this shot before. Meanwhile, I have this one in a frame: Grandpa was very athletic. Played football in college. Some things you don't realize until you're old enough to realize such things, but he grew up fatherless. His dad died very young, so he was raised by his single mother. At some point this historical point of interest turned into an a ha moment for me. Here was a guy that as a child experienced the death of his father, the family breadwinner.  As an adult, I can think back and see the trauma kind of buried in his persona. Don't get me wrong, he was beloved; but he also had a hard edge honed sharp probably as a survival mechanism. He grew up too soon, lived through the Great Depression, fought in WW2. He made a life for himself really against a lot of odds.