HAPPY NATIONAL DOG DAY!
In a perfect world, every dog would have a home and every home would have a dog.
My friend Leah and I went to the US Open tennis tournament today hoping to see favorite players.
Me, Djokovic at the practice courts. Her, Verdasco in his early round match. We were both successful. (Leah even shook Verdasco’s hand.)
But we did.
They were chatting with friends and were curious about the matches that were still in progress. And since both of us were intent on our cellphones, they asked for an update.
We ended up talking until we arrived at Penn Station.
I think that counts as yet another sports celebrity encounter — don’t you?
I was having a kind of blah Sunday.
Nothing wrong, but not inspired….just blah.
Then I found the work of artist Mel Bochner online. Look at what he was able to create around the very same idea —
Now, that’s inspiring!
(So is the rest of his portfolio. Check it out.)
I’m watching the season premiere of Doctor Who on BBC America.
Of course, it’s not just a new season, but an entirely new doctor — Scottish actor Peter Capaldi now portrays the regenerated Doctor Who, replacing the very beloved Matt Smith.
So far companion Clara is having trouble accepting the ‘update’…and I have to admit, so am I.
I started watching the series with Matt at the helm. While I’ve seen clips from past shows and different doctors — and think I would have enjoyed David Tennant’s take on the role –
I don’t want another doctor.
Of course, it’s been less than one episode. I know on an intellectual level that Capaldi will make the role his own, and, with time, I’ll probably be on board. Still…
Change is so hard.
It’s Friday night, and I am parked on the couch.
There’s no place I’d rather be.
A week in Japan.
A long weekend in Kentucky.
Another week in Boston with Rory Dog.
Don’t get me wrong — I enjoyed all my trips, even the days and nights when I had to work. But I have missed my apartment and my adopted hometown.
When I moved to New York City eight years ago, I wanted to live in my favorite place to visit.
Time to play tourist right here at home!
The Sticky Egg is 5 years old today!
(All gifts accepted — cash, checks, gift cards, candy…especially candy.)
Thanks for sticking with me all these years!
I fell today on a Boston city sidewalk that was under construction.
Of course, I was the one who tripped and fell.
In a suit.
Wearing black pants.
A member of the crew immediately rushed over to make sure I was okay. I was more concerned about the state of my pants, so she returned lickety-split with water and towels. And when she realized I had cut and bruised one leg, she insisted on driving me to my class at BU.
She was thought I would sue the city.
That didn’t even cross my mind…until she told me the crew shouldn’t have torn up both sides of the walk at the same time. And they should have closed the sidewalk that everyone was walking on (and that I fell on). And she represented the city, and the crew didn’t always listen to her rules and regulations.
I don’t know — maybe my leg hurts more than I realize!