Dear anonymous commenter,

Dear anonymous commenter,
I'm sorry, blogging isn't in the cards for me these days. With work, freelance, a writing class, and a new book coming out, I spend too much time in front of my laptop as is. I have eye strain. Someday I will blog again, but I literally can't spend any more time in front of my computer for the time being.
Sorry,
Meg

Irregular blogging

If there's anyone still reading this, you've probably noticed that I'm not updating much lately. I've been devoting my time to doing some writing offline, and that feels good and important for me right now. I'll be blogging here and there, though, so maybe I'll see ya?

Michelle and Joe!

Look how beautiful and happy they look! Michelle and Joe remind me that there's good stuff out there, if we're lucky enough to find it.
More old married folk!

Married folk to be!

These two are sweet.

I think they should live in NYC again, yes?

Alice and her smart writing friend Aaron!

I like these ladies.

Visit to the Dia for the Michelle and Joe weekend

Sex and the City and My Mom (and Rachel's boyfriend)

When my mom came to visit for a few days, we walked around the Village and Soho. We saw the Highline, then we saw Barack Obama. Uh-huh. Yep. I didn't have my camera handy, but his motorcade was coming through and it was awesome.

We kept walking, and then we came upon a movie set for Sex and the City 2. We watched for a while because it's kind of fun. This was the set guy who was friends with everyone. I think his name was Ivan.

We also saw Rachel's boyfriend from that movie Once. I think he's with that Once woman as well. My camera was crapping out, so the pictures are terrible.
And then we saw all the ladies.

People were freaking out, and even though my mom and I aren't mega-fans of the show, it was still kinda fun to be on a set, and for my mom to see NYC movie making in progress.

Baxter in the sun

When I lived with Curt and Justin, we used to call this pose "The Hairy Tumor with Teeth."

Sleepy guy in the sun in his box on his chair with his stuffed mouse.

I love the Highline...

...and the Highline loves me. It does.

Easing back into blogging

This is what happens when I try to get a picture with my niece and nephew together. Jack was having a rough night because he had to put away the bubbles. Clara and I were having fun playing with her dolls. Unfortunately, this equation did not make for a good picture-taking session. I think you can figure out who the wild card was.

Perfect Happiness

Hiatus

So it's been almost a month since I blogged. Frankly, there hasn't been a lot I wanted to write about. This summer has been a drag, and while there have been some nice points, it's mostly been bad weather, bad news for people I love, and me just feeling like being deeply unplesant. However a few good things:
1. Purple Rain in the park
2. Clara and Jack
3. Writing.

I've started a new writing project that will keep me busy through August. And while I hated it this morning, now, I'm kind of digging it. I wrote a good 3000 words today, and while my wrist feels like it might snap off and I'm totally exhausted, I'm also so happy I let my subconscious get in there and do the work it needed to do. It's nice to be a roll, for however short or long it may be.

So I probably won't have another update until September 1. In the meantime, happy dog days of summer.

Lazy Saturday

I am sitting with my cat in my lap.
I am not in line for Shakespeare. (In fact, I didn't even try the virtual line.)
I slept late.
I'm going to a bbq this evening.
And I'm going back to my new favorite NYC place this afternoon: the Highline.
Re: the Highline. Could I live in a better city? I don't think so. The Highline, the Highline, I LOVE IT.

Wow, 2009

You are a really challenging year, and I can't say I like you all that much.
The past 24 hours have involved a series of disappointments, and let me tell you, I HAVE HAD IT.
So, I extended my trip to Ohio for a few days. I kind of need a vacation. Now, I just need to get through the next week at work. I am overly invested in a project and I know it's going to end in heartbreak, and I hate that.
And also, Shakespeare in the Park? I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU AND YOUR STUPID LINES.
Crankety crank crank.

Oh, Shakespeare

Yesterday morning, I got up at 4:45, left the apt. at 5:05, and hopped on the subway to meet Vim, Ben, Jenny, Bill, Mary, and John to try to get tickets to 12th Night at the Delacorte. We got to the park at 6:30, and at approximately 2:30, were turned away because they ran out of tickets. AGH!

Luckily, the weather was lovely, the snacks were delicious, and the company was supreme. But still. I would have really, really liked to have seen that play last night. I'm going to try again next weekend and will aim to get to the park between 5 and 5:30.

When I got home yesterday (after grabbing a late lunch with other failed ticketgoers), I took a nap because I felt like the waking dead. I woke up at 9pm, watched Underworld 2, then went back to bed. I slept good and long last night, and am now catching up on all the copyediting I didn't do yesterday before heading to a picnic. I feel sleepy and relaxed, which is what an f'ed up day of sleeping and being in the sun will do to you.