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In a new place, in a new time

We’ve moved from the odd Bronx apartment that was so “luxurious” into a simpler 2-bedroom 3 blocks away, and damned if we’re not so, SO much happier with it. We’ll grant you, it was beyond a crisis getting us over here – both Jon and I had some major physical issues that made life moreContinue reading “In a new place, in a new time”

Changes afoot

Some new things coming down the pike for us! A little scary, but enh, after last year, we know we’ll make it through.

Hipster Cat Contemplates Morning Cuddles

Hello 2015

It was an amazing evening of kick-ass prosecco and Flying Dog beer, repeated viewings of Uptown Funk (hurrah Bruno Mars!), fresh kielbasa grilled on our cast-iron grill, a rewatch of some White Collar episodes, and a bit of John Oliver to mix things up. We watched a live stream from CUBA. What a world weContinue reading “Hello 2015”

Goodbye 2014

I am ending out this year with an obnoxious cold, whose symptoms came upon me so suddenly that my voice changed an octave in the course of 15 minutes – seriously, we were at the gourmet grocery store down on Broadway, and I was fine in aisle 2 … then BAM froggy by aisle 6. It’sContinue reading “Goodbye 2014”

As the year winds down

It’s been a pretty crazy year. I finally finished my name change. (Yaay!) I got married. (Whooa.) I lost my pup. (Uggggh.) Both of us had a lot of health issues. (Fuck pneumonia.) So did our families. Sometimes alarmingly. Thank goodness both our moms are still going strong. (Yay for our mutual Bs!) My jobContinue reading “As the year winds down”

Happy Moviversarmas!

Today is Moviversarmas in our household. “What the everlasting fuck is Moviversarmas?” you may ask. Move In Anniversary Before Christmas, it is. Jon picked his life up from Pittsburgh and we moved him to Brooklyn in a marathon 10 hour drive overnight, with 3 cats and 1 dog in the back of a big van,Continue reading “Happy Moviversarmas!”

Amelia’s Ashes

On Friday, the vet called. “We’re calling to say Amelia’s ashes are in,” the woman on the phone nearly whispered. “You can pick them up at any time.” Like it’s something I pre-ordered at a fancy boutique in Soho. You can pick your Badgley Mischka at any time. “Again, we’re very sorry. Amelia will beContinue reading “Amelia’s Ashes”