I think I started my first 'dear diary' type attempt at documenting life at around age ten, when the idea of a book with a padlock my brother couldn't open held more appeal than actually documenting anything of worth within it. As such over the years, I have collected many half-assed attempts at writing about my life. Lots of beautifully bound books without approximately10 - 15 pages filled with ramblings long forgotten or torn out and burned.
It is often pointed out to me however that the life I am currently living is not only surreal, but much coveted, and as such it behooves me to pay a bit more heed to giving updates to those who are interested.
So in the interests of not breaking the weak Kmart lock and burning this blog prematurely... please indulge a DRUM ROLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am an auntie! Fourth time round. I went back to Seattle for a very quick visit, exploiting the long weekend for the Jewish Holiday 'Yom Kippur', which from my limited knowledge is all about fasting to atone for your sins. I chose to honour it by eating red meat and raising a glass to the arrival of 'Veronica Amira Handley'. She arrived September 10th. 8 lbs 10. Amira is arabic for Princess. And now Handley for perfect. She's very, very adorable.
In vastly inferior news, school is back in session. Busy, 'discombobulating' (new favourite word), but ultimately productive. Of all people, the stage combat teacher gave us a lecture in recapturing the joy in the gift of doing what you love to do each day, rather than whining about how tired you are.
In a show of inspiration and motivation, I thus joined the 'Y'. Yes, the very same 'Y' made famous by the lads of the Village People. I have not actually been in to exercise yet; believing that signing up burned the requisite amount of calories for this week, and the rest I can catch up in the steam room.
Really, there's not much else to report. The rains began today, as a gentle lead in to the snows I'm sure. I still live above a bar and a sex shop, but sadly neither are particularly enticing these days.
I added Liv Tyler and John Stewart to my star spot lists, and just for good measure got into an argument with the crew member who barred me from crossing Washington Square North while they were filming the new Will Smith movie... so yes...
All in all it remains the same old, same New York.
