Happy Halloween!

Well once again it's that time of year for costumes, pumpkins and candy. If you look back to the pagan roots of this holiday, it's approriate that it's a time of ending in terms of harvest as it's usually coincides with our killing frost. It's also believed that it's the time of year that the boundaries between the living and the dead are thin. Halloween is the modern name for Samhain, an ancient Celtic holy day which many Neopagans — especially Wiccans, Druids and Celtic Reconstructionists — celebrate as a spiritual beginning of a new year.

So with that, enjoy your Reese's Peanut Butter cups and beware of the spirits!

It's All in the Telling

As I sit here on my couch with a nasty cold and a raging case of laryngitis, I do appreciate the slight irony of the subject of this entry. As I sip my umpteenth cup of tea with honey, I was reflecting on some interesting events of the last few weeks.

I am a person who will tell you anything you want to know about me. Occasionally this has gotten me into trouble, but the positive effects of it far outweigh the negative. For some reason, some people in my life are taking different paths lately and it makes me wonder why.

I have a man in my life who tells me about his life in great detail, but then balks when I try to share similar details with him. There is the friend who just completely pulled away in a puzzling silence that has yet to be broken. Another friend has taken to not keeping me in the loop, but then tells me events with a look that makes it clear to me that he thinks he already has told me.

From my experience, if a friend isn't being upfront and honest with me it means there is something to hide. I consider myself a good friend who is always around to listen but it's hard to listen when people won't talk. Given my current condition, I should be talking again by midweek!

Hello Again Big Apple!

After trying to get together for most of the summer, I finally headed back to NYC to see the girls and catch up. I also was meeting a new friend courtesy of my Mother's intervention.

It was a gorgeous weekend, just oddly warm for October. I dropped my bag off at the hotel and headed off to meet the girls. Walking towards our lunch spot, there were an odd amount of puddles. I tried to avoid one and managed to splash right into it. I got water into my shoe and let out a rather loud "Dammit". As I looked up, I saw the two priests and a nun waiting for the light staring at me. It was like the start of a bad joke!

The girls are well and we had quite a few laughs. I found out my dinner date was earlier that I thought so I had to go back to hotel to check in and get ready. I was a little nervous since I don't have a great blind date track record, but he called me about an hour before dinner and we got to talk. He had a good voice so I figured I'd be ok.

Dinner. Oh. My. God. He took me to Nobu. As my friends know, this was the best place to impress me the foodie. He was funny, charming, smart and eats the way I eat. We started with Fig Martinis that were so very good and got a few dishes to share and then our entrees. It's rare for me to want to lick the plate but with the Kobe beef I was prepared to. Words can't even describe how good this beef was. Or the oysters. Or the yellowtail with jalapenos. Or the salad with lobster and shrimp. Or my black miso cod. Butter fish indeed! It was a great date of amazing food and wonderful conversation.

Spice of Life

Like most people, I can procrastinate like the best of them. So when faced with studying I should be doing, often I can find about twenty other pressing things that need to be done. Take my spice cabinet for instance. While I should have been doing something else, I got the brilliant idea to organize my spices. They are nice and neat now. I will admit to a love of Penzeys and spices that seems a bit excessive, I do indeed use them all. I also am a fan of what I term procrastibaking. It's when, once again I should be studying I decide I want something sweet. So I bake cookies, brownies or a cake from scratch. I will say that it could have been worse. At least I didn't arrange them alphabetically or by region!

To the Top

In spite of the rather summery weather of last week, it is autumn here in New England. Given that, my friend and I decided to go for a hike and see the foliage. We got up early on Saturday and with coffee in hands, headed north to the White Mountains. It was a pretty drive but we weren't sure if the foliage would be peak or past. Well after a fun, yet really vertical hike, we got our answer. Perfect peak and a tremendous view to eat our lunch by. It was gorgeous. And the weather could not have been better. Though showers were called for, they did not appear until we headed back down. After such physical exertion, of course we headed for a brewery and the coast.

Shunning the 45 minute wait outside in the rain, we plunked down at another grill and had the most perfect Pumpkin Ale and burgers. It was such a good day but once I got home and showered, I was beat. I slept like a log.

More Work Dysfunction

So while it's known that I do have the boss from hell, one of my friends actually has me beat. It's sad but true. As evil as our bosses are, they do have something in common. Apparently they went to the same management school since they are inept at communicating anything or giving direction. And when you somehow can't figure out what exactly they want you to do with a project and you give it your best shot, all hell breaks loose. With my charming boss, she runs to HR and spreads lies behind my back. This is bad, but my friend has a better story.

After yelling at her team about a job he feelt they did poor (mind you while receiving no direction) he, as a creative professional, decided to draw how angry he was. That would be the hysterical drawing you see here. It's him being the leader and dragging the rest of the team behind him to bring them up to his standard. You can be sure that any time any us has an emotional response from now on, we are going to draw it!

Urban Chick

Well I survived my week away with the chickens. It was fun but I don't really think I'm going to give up my city life for the farm life anytime soon!

It was such a crazy week last week that I am still trying to get caught up. But it's very nice to be home. I started watching the PBS series The War. I am not normally a fan of Ken Burns documentaries but for some reason I got hooked. It's always odd to me to watch historical films. The suspense should be gone since we all know how WWII turned out by now. But watching all the archival footage and stories it has been enthralling. The stories these men, mostly boys really, have to tell are incredible. The horror they had to deal with day in and day out is just unimaginable. It makes me think what the troops in Iraq are going through.