Sunday, October 28, 2012

So what do you want... a medal or some new and improved silicone boobs to pin it on?

16 year ago today I hit Hyperspace and landed in Ithaca. I was 30. I was single. I had hair. I knew basically no one. I wanted to have fun Nuff said. All the better to "restart", turning over a new leaf - a Cornell loose-leaf (pretending to be a Cornell student made me feel less conspicuous) at the crunchy cool cafes, and meeting people who really do become family. Wow, I hope they know that.

Today, to celebrate that game changing, life-altering leap of faith, I am glued to the televised Wrath of Hurricane Sandy while cursing our own crappy storm windows. I hope we don't end up needing what we don't really have. It's been a cozy day at home with The Who Live at Kilburn on DVD, and Jimmie Johnson's magical day at Martinsville Speedway. And I am getting back into beading, I spread years of beads and silver and tarnishing silver spacers and bright findings and rusting tools (and candy wrappers?) out on a sheet on the warm carpet and I got myself into a "make something beautiful" state of mind. What hurricane?

And I missed my dad.  This is his favorite time of year to visit me - when he wasn't heading to Lake George, he was piloting the Dadillac to the Finger Lakes.

Wow. 16 years ago today, I waved a long, heartbreaking good-bye New Paltz, and moved what belongings didn't make it into a storage unit to my new Ithaca address on street I had never seen before. It had a crooked stop sign and limited parking options. But my room (read: space) was funky cool and kinda round and I had nice sunset view. And I was only 5 hours from my dad. Welcome to Ithaca.  I spent my first night not even knowing the name of the street I lived on. I didn't  know whose mattress I was "borrowing" either. 16 years ago today, it rained. And I had a new area code.

Since I moved here, I've made friends upon friends upon friends and lovers and more friends and lovers and maybe friends' lovers - so maybe a few enemies - but most importantly, I made peace with my decision to put the past behind me and move on.

Happy Sweet 16, Dad.

My Sweet 16, 1982

Thursday, October 25, 2012

When Pets ARE the Costume! | PetMeds Blog

Sorry, buddy, we ate all the candy.
How about some yummy raisins? Or this fly swatter?
or even better...  and it NEVER gets old... courtesy of The Onion

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Happy Birthday, Lisa!

Today is my sister's birthday. She's older than me, that's all you need to know. She's also smarter than me. And she has a better voice. And she has an awesome daughter (of legal drinking age???), something I will never have. I'm sure at one time I wanted one - a daughter, I mean - but right now I'll just settle for having (a) life.

Because today is also the day I celebrate the 7th anniversary of my last "drip trip" in 2005. The last afternoon I sat in hospital recliner with bright, (how'd you like a) Hawaiian Punch pink poison snaking into my hand via plastic tubing, my hair already gone gone gone, and the chemicals in the concoction turning my blood ice cold. I can't remember the name of that one chemical, but I call it the "brain freezer" and I still cringe when I remember that surge of icy discomfort course through my (then) 96 lb body. And I still get phantom pains on the top of my hand where the chemo nurses sought a few good veins.

October is a big month in our family. We celebrate life. And we blow out a LOT of candles - well my sister does anyway... :)

Happy Birthday, Lisa.  I love you from the bottom of my (younger) heart.