Saturday, August 21, 2010
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Snow Galore
While I love the snow, it has now forced me to postpone my trip to Punta Cana -- cancelled and delayed flights, etc. Ah well. While I try and arrange alternate winter break plans for this week I will share with you an abundance of my SNOW pictures.
Ski Trip at Windham
Next up - some photos I took of last Wednesday's blizzard.
Ski Trip at Windham
Next up - some photos I took of last Wednesday's blizzard.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
3 Years...
This day was like no other, I climbed the Eiffel Tower,
and saw the rooftops from the angels' view
Now things will never, will never be the same...
It took me by surprise,
the shocking newness of my seeing,
to find the round earth flat and crossed by lines
I thought of you in Paris
I remembered us together
I thought of all the things I should have said,
Now things will never, will never be the same
This day was like no other,
I climbed the Eiffel Tower,
and when I closed my eyes I thought of you:
I imagined you in Paris
I remembered you still sleeping
I felt your quiet hand still held in mine
But things can never . . . will never be the same
And Dad I'll never forget. I lit a candle for you tonight.
But instead of remembering what I felt on this day 3 years ago, I woke up from a vibrant and wonderful dream. (if Marge was jet lagged she would have said that she 'woked up happy'). I have been lazy about writing down the details of my vivid dreams but this morning I did. I skipped the extra cup of coffee and Zoey didn't get a full walk (but don't worry, Dondo, she did her business in front of the 'DeliColdBeerCleaners' and she was happily wagging her duster tail. She saw you this morning while I was blow drying my hair. It made her run in circles and bark. Interesting how she didn't sense anything from the front door. She was turning circles in front of the only antique in my modern designed apartment -- the antique hurricane lamp mounted on the wall.
I won't share all the details of my dream. But I'll reveal my favorite parts. I was in that 'dream world' place that is (at least for me) a combination of my past, present and future (in my dreams it is always a mixture of Funston Ave, our high school LW, the halls of Main Building at Vassar, Las Vegas becoming Stonestown Galleria, and then -- this place I have never been. It's an estate somewhere in the South. It has plantations and shrubbery and children and we drink iced tea poured from the pitcher. Your mother's pitcher. My grandmother. You call me Louise (my middle name) and I call you Sir. You hold me on your lap and I feel happy and warm and safe.
3 years. I feel I've rounded a bend, come out from under a cloud, emerged from a cocoon but am not quite at butterfly stage yet. I feel that is going to happen soon. I'm happy. I'm energized.
And Daddy, for tonight that's why I leave you with this--
Hard Times Come Again No More
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
and saw the rooftops from the angels' view
Now things will never, will never be the same...
It took me by surprise,
the shocking newness of my seeing,
to find the round earth flat and crossed by lines
I thought of you in Paris
I remembered us together
I thought of all the things I should have said,
Now things will never, will never be the same
This day was like no other,
I climbed the Eiffel Tower,
and when I closed my eyes I thought of you:
I imagined you in Paris
I remembered you still sleeping
I felt your quiet hand still held in mine
But things can never . . . will never be the same
And Dad I'll never forget. I lit a candle for you tonight.
But instead of remembering what I felt on this day 3 years ago, I woke up from a vibrant and wonderful dream. (if Marge was jet lagged she would have said that she 'woked up happy'). I have been lazy about writing down the details of my vivid dreams but this morning I did. I skipped the extra cup of coffee and Zoey didn't get a full walk (but don't worry, Dondo, she did her business in front of the 'DeliColdBeerCleaners' and she was happily wagging her duster tail. She saw you this morning while I was blow drying my hair. It made her run in circles and bark. Interesting how she didn't sense anything from the front door. She was turning circles in front of the only antique in my modern designed apartment -- the antique hurricane lamp mounted on the wall.
I won't share all the details of my dream. But I'll reveal my favorite parts. I was in that 'dream world' place that is (at least for me) a combination of my past, present and future (in my dreams it is always a mixture of Funston Ave, our high school LW, the halls of Main Building at Vassar, Las Vegas becoming Stonestown Galleria, and then -- this place I have never been. It's an estate somewhere in the South. It has plantations and shrubbery and children and we drink iced tea poured from the pitcher. Your mother's pitcher. My grandmother. You call me Louise (my middle name) and I call you Sir. You hold me on your lap and I feel happy and warm and safe.
3 years. I feel I've rounded a bend, come out from under a cloud, emerged from a cocoon but am not quite at butterfly stage yet. I feel that is going to happen soon. I'm happy. I'm energized.
And Daddy, for tonight that's why I leave you with this--
Hard Times Come Again No More
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh Hard times come again no more.
Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh hard times come again no more.
While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.
There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh hard times come again no more.
Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore
Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh hard times come again no more.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Congratulations Zoey!
Her photo made the Purina Pet Charts for November 2, 2009! Her photo is #4 -- CLICK HERE and vote for her!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Happy Birthday
Dear Dad (Lyd-with no vowels),
Happy Birthday. I miss you. I haven't spoken to you since you hugged me good bye in the Miami airport on January 2nd, 2007. I told you I loved you and you wished me a safe flight.
Today is your birthday. I have a feeling that wherever you are you are spending the day watching sports, snorkeling with your 'fins and gills' (somewhere clean and pristine and lava rock free), wearing your 'buh-rown' shirt which was actually white, and going on log rides repeatedly.
Or maybe you are on a magical safari and using your 'binocs' to find that sleeping leopard or the rest of the Big 5.
I know wherever you are, you are happy.
I miss you everyday. It's not apparent to the people who know me (even the ones who know me best) but like Elvis (who you 'Literally' grew up with) - 'You Are Always On My Mind'. In my subconscious, in my dreams, in my memories, and yes, even here with with me in my hectic NYC life.
I know you would have loved to see Sutton Foster in 'Shrek The Musical'. Movie wise, you're not missing much. And travel wise, Marge and I tend to go to Dubai a lot which would not be your thing. We went to Spain in January and didn't even eat at 'V.I.P aka Vips'. And you know how much Marge detests anything called 'Land' or 'World'. So no Disney Land/World for me since our trip together in 2001 when you and I went on Space Mountain 5 times in a row.
Have you seen Kitsa Larson, or Duke, or Luna Tuna, or Tristan? What about Hillary and Donlyn? I bet if you have you are taking good care of them. Do you ever run into Gramp? Or G-Ma? If so, please tell them I love them.
Dad, I really miss you. I know you are celebrating today.
Love Always And FOREVER,
Sarah/Sally/Bundle/Little Marge
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
the rain
The rain taps its fingers on the falling leaves. It's writing a message. The message is: Don't forget me.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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