no, i haven't forgotten about you ... although you may feel slightly neglected, dear reader, and this is completely comprehensible. for you see, this past year, well actually, few months, have been a whizzing blur, and now that we have stepped off the merry-go-round (jane doing well, kids tucked away in quebec for the summer), we are breathing! although seeing friends and enjoying the amazing summer vibe of new york figure prominently, nothing seems to be as critical as us moving forward - running, actually, away from november! so we are in hyper drive mode - reaching for something, i'm not sure what, but it feels good.
it's wonderful having goals beyond 'getting through' if you will. and we are pushing ourselves on so many levels - quite nice! right now, it's not about 'beating' breast cancer, or planning a bar mitzvah (wonderful!), or building a village for orphans. it's blissfully just about us - and really, not even a proverbial 'us' - more of 'harley' and 'jane' doing their thing. and we meet later on in the day, and share a glass of wine, and decompress a bit, and start all over again at 5 am the next day!
it is easy, knowing that the kids are doing well. jane too. she colors her short-ish hair red the other day - not really a screaming crimson, more of a tint if you will. she looks quite charming with this short hair-do, but isn't quite ready to sport it in public - not really because of it's length, more because it's a few weeks shy of being a proper 'style'. she looks lovely in her stretch tops - and when i remark in the dressing room of h&m that her breasts look great and probably look better, she improbably ignores me and brushes me off at the same time ("they may be too big. or too low. or too something", she remarks ... nonsense i say!). too crazy.
the weekend passes so nicely, viewing the art project waterfalls with friends in brooklyn, ferrying from one restaurant to another. we catch elsa & fred, a sweetly and bitingly sentimental film at the paris theater (does life get any better than that), then jane and i treat ourselves to an exquisite and minuscule portioned meal at MoMA - heaven!
and the week rolls in - and we suddenly realize that before we turn around, we will be back on our way to canada for visiting day at the kids' camp. everything seems different this year - the kids know the drill, there is no focus on their pre-camp packing, we don't write letters (they are now replaced with daily emails, so there's no trips to the post office). this, too, leads to a sense of calm and focus on what we feel compelled to accomplish - great, really! and as opposed to last summer (rwanda/belgium/france/israel/canada a trillion times!) we are just 'around' this summer, with no set dates.
so tonight, perhaps a glass of wine and some olives downtown, or a bike ride along the hudson river. it will be a tough act to follow - last night we sit along the water and watch boats and sip wine with our dear friends, very impromptu. and guess what? as we leave the restaurant, the valet has left jane's car in the middle of the lot, and boom - a bmw backs right into it - bumper, trunk, etc. damaged. so it goes! back to square one ...
it's wonderful having goals beyond 'getting through' if you will. and we are pushing ourselves on so many levels - quite nice! right now, it's not about 'beating' breast cancer, or planning a bar mitzvah (wonderful!), or building a village for orphans. it's blissfully just about us - and really, not even a proverbial 'us' - more of 'harley' and 'jane' doing their thing. and we meet later on in the day, and share a glass of wine, and decompress a bit, and start all over again at 5 am the next day!
it is easy, knowing that the kids are doing well. jane too. she colors her short-ish hair red the other day - not really a screaming crimson, more of a tint if you will. she looks quite charming with this short hair-do, but isn't quite ready to sport it in public - not really because of it's length, more because it's a few weeks shy of being a proper 'style'. she looks lovely in her stretch tops - and when i remark in the dressing room of h&m that her breasts look great and probably look better, she improbably ignores me and brushes me off at the same time ("they may be too big. or too low. or too something", she remarks ... nonsense i say!). too crazy.
the weekend passes so nicely, viewing the art project waterfalls with friends in brooklyn, ferrying from one restaurant to another. we catch elsa & fred, a sweetly and bitingly sentimental film at the paris theater (does life get any better than that), then jane and i treat ourselves to an exquisite and minuscule portioned meal at MoMA - heaven!
and the week rolls in - and we suddenly realize that before we turn around, we will be back on our way to canada for visiting day at the kids' camp. everything seems different this year - the kids know the drill, there is no focus on their pre-camp packing, we don't write letters (they are now replaced with daily emails, so there's no trips to the post office). this, too, leads to a sense of calm and focus on what we feel compelled to accomplish - great, really! and as opposed to last summer (rwanda/belgium/france/israel/canada a trillion times!) we are just 'around' this summer, with no set dates.
so tonight, perhaps a glass of wine and some olives downtown, or a bike ride along the hudson river. it will be a tough act to follow - last night we sit along the water and watch boats and sip wine with our dear friends, very impromptu. and guess what? as we leave the restaurant, the valet has left jane's car in the middle of the lot, and boom - a bmw backs right into it - bumper, trunk, etc. damaged. so it goes! back to square one ...
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