Thank you, all, for your helpful suggestions and your support through my hours of darkness. The power came back on last night at 11:30 pm. I didn’t realize how addicted I was to ice water until I had ice-trays filled with lukewarm water in my freezer. When the power came back on, I was sitting in my main power-less room, with tea lights and candles EVERYWHERE, and I had bought a 15 foot extension cord which I stretched from the TV into the kitchen (where there was power) – and was blissfully watching I Was A Male War Bride<\/i>. I didn’t have ice water, no, but I had Cary Grant. Life was good.<\/p>\n
And I had pretty much spent the entire day yesterday outside (well, except for when I stopped off in a bar in Hoboken to watch the Sox) … but other than that, I was OUTSIDE, in the glorious sunny windy autumnal day, with the Hudson gleaming green, the city gleaming silver … everyone out, on skateboards, with dogs, with bikes, a soccer game. I sat on a bench by the Hudson for an hour or so, drinking ice coffee, and reading Victor Davis Hanson’s Carnage and Culture<\/i> (yes, I am still working on it. It’s a VERY good book – it’s just that military history is a bit new to me, it takes much concentration for me to GET what he’s talking about at times – but still – I love it.) Then I meandered about, bought candles, bought stuff to give myself a facial, had some phone calls, walked, walked, walked, up hills, down vales, through the wastes of Mordor …<\/p>\n
I must have walked 10 miles yesterday. It was great.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Thank you, all, for your helpful suggestions and your support through my hours of darkness. The power came back on last night at 11:30 pm. I didn’t realize how addicted I was to ice water until I had ice-trays filled … Continue reading