Category Archives: winter

Need to P, ASAP.

Who would leave a Starbucks after sitting and drinking a cup of hot chocolate last night with a 30 minute commute home WHILE your bladder is about to bust?

I would, that’s who.

Last night, as I began my journey home, walking towards the bus, I imagined scenarios like, what if I am on the bus and the bus breaks down? Was also thinking about my full bladder, the time that would elapse before I would get home and the urgency. Houston, I knew this was going to be a problem.

There are not many high end places on 8th Avenue in NYC to use facilities, so even with the urgency, I still needed to be picky or else I would find myself begging to using the bathroom at an adult novelty store, or worse.

First, I stopped at Brasserie Athennee on 46th Street. As I entered, I was holding my belly as if I was pregnant to garner some sympathy, yet the female hostess told me bathroom was for patrons only. No sympathy and I left.

Moving on to the next stop. Charley O’s on 45th Street. I had to go so bad I was going to actually say I was pregnant (I am not). Instead I held and rubbed my stomach as if I were pregnant. I don’t know if that worked, or if the hostess was just kind but she said yes, reluctantly, but it was still a yes.

To the hostess at Brasserie Athennee, karma’s a bitch. To the hostess at Charley O’s, thank you very much.

Lesson learned.


Remembering

Four years ago today I lost someone very close to me. I miss him terribly and not a day goes by I don’t think about him. I’m thankful for our time together, but that doesn’t make my heartache go away. I truly believe a part of me died when he did. We talked on the phone a few times a week and when we did it was for an hour, if not more. I didn’t, and haven’t, done that with anyone else since.

As I do every year on his birthday, and today, I will down a Sam Adams, his favorite.

xoxoxo


Milk, Bread and Eggs?

Yes, it’s winter. Yes, it’s snowing. It’s the second storm in as many weeks in the Northeast.

I’m no weather expert but me thinks it’s going to be a long, cold and snowy winter.

I missed the brunt of the first storm we had at the end of 2010. Instead, I was trying to get home by plane. The day started with a cancellation leading into stand-by and delays and ultimately being rerouted into an alternate airport. It was a journey by plane, train, taxis and subway. Due to the amount of snow we received, I was able to thoroughly enjoy (note: sarcasm) the residual mess left by the storm. I know that I was one of the lucky ones because even though I my flight had been cancelled, delayed and rerouted, I still got home on the same day I had originally planned.

Snowstorms in the city don’t come without: the slush pools several inches deep around street corners making streets a mess to manage, the plow jobs that make the sidewalks walkable for single file only and dirty snow (it’s only pretty as it falls – once it hits the ground, all bets are off).

No problem. I’ve been there (drenched), I’ve done that (stepped in the slush pool in inappropriate footwear) and with that comes wisdom. I know that there are two goals: keep warm and stay dry. I have my parka and (super awesomely warm and weatherproof) L.L. Bean winter boots for that.

I get that preparation is key; however, what will never cease to amaze me is the insanity at the supermarket in anticipation of a storm.

Granted, I do not have a car. But as long as my legs work, and I am willing to brave the yellow snow, I can get any necessity I need at the local supermarket, drugstore or liquor store. In fact, where I live, I can pretty much get anything delivered. And I mean anything (tp, laundry detergent and of course, pizza).

I understand that many people who do not live within walking distance, or have delivery services at their beck and call, may flock to their local supermarket for binge buying, to stock up for a storm that may, or may not, come to fruition.

I realize there are necessities one needs that they may not have on hand, should it be the blizzard of the century, and I know the timing isn’t the greatest if you are running low on diapers, medications or baby food. But these are not the shoppers I am referring to.

For the shoppers I am referring to, I have just two questions.

1- How long do people expect to get stuck? Even if they are truly stuck, doesn’t everyone have the stuff in the back of their pantry that they don’t want to eat but is there, and not expired, should they need it? I don’t keep a fully stocked pantry and fridge in my house and I am certain if I got stuck for even <gasp> a week, I’d still be alive. Alive AND thinner. The food I have may not be my first choice, but I certainly wouldn’t be gnawing off my arm for nourishment. I’ll live. I promise.

2 – Why, why, WHY are milk, eggs and bread the first items to be emptied off the shelves? Are people so desperate for omelettes and toast during a storm? Give me ice cream, potato chips and wine, and I am certain that I’d be a happy (albeit, not healthy) camper.

Finally, no matter how you travel, please do it safely.


Winter Blues

I suppose you can call it that. Or just a sense of perpetual wanderlust that sets in especially in the winter.

It’s the time of year when everyone (or maybe just me) seems to wonder…why do I live where I live? It’s cold. There’s snow. It’s dreary and a little depressing.

Right now, there are people who are living at the beach, leaving windows open for fresh (and warm) air, wearing short sleeves and even sporting bathing suits. Some call it living somewhere nice, some call it vacation and others may call it retirement.

In the meantime, I need a getaway to summertime. Where the living’s easy.


Resolutions

Funny how spring cleaning moves to January in my home. New year, new start. It’s a great motivator and one of my resolutions. Plus, the weather isn’t so great this time of year so it’s a perfect time to clean house and pare down the year’s clutter.

I’ve compiled bags of clothes to donate and thrown out at least four garbage bags of crap in the past three days. Seriously, stuff I didn’t even know I still had, or wanted. A textbook from college. Pictures with people that I don’t even know. Really?

I have moved a lot so I thought I was already traveling light. Now, even lighter.

I always start the new year with a list of resolutions – that I usually give up on by March. This year, my resolution is to stick with at least one of my resolutions. I’ve got it down to five (usually, it’s close to ten).

Readers – if you’re out there (which I realize is highly unlikely since this blog is just a day old)…do you have any interesting resolutions?


A New Year’s Resolution

Happy New Year! So it’s the first day of 2011 and I am getting a jump start on my new years resolution — start a blog!

Actually, no, not really. Starting a blog WAS a resolution…for 2010. Better late than never, right?

I see ‘simply three cents’ running the gamut from social missteps (showing up at a writing class without a notebook), klutzy moves (falling off the treadmill at the gym), letters I have sent to companies offering unsolicited advice and suggestions (including nearly every US airline), travelogues (got bit by the bug a long time ago), perpetual bad luck (needing a Tetanus shot after a pedicure gone wrong) and my opinions of golf umbrellas in midtown Manhattan (hate them!).

If you find yourself here, stick around. I am not exactly sure what will wind up on here and I am not exactly sure how to use the site but I am confident I will figure both out along the way.

And if you are wondering about the title, well, a penny for your thoughts and my two cents makes simply, three cents.