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What Would Steven Ezra Do?

I’m gasping for air. The accumulation of dust bunnies is horrifying. Every thing I touch is just covered with the stuff — and there is a lot of everything all over the place.

Drew left for Boston on Monday. Before he walked out the door he said, “I’d really like to start exercising, maybe set up the nordic track downstairs but there’s no room down there. It’s a mess.

Okay, okay, I’ll clean it up while you’re gone,” I said to my studly, manly hubly.

I started in the far corner. What do you do with  cassette tapes, old stereo equipment, and piles of magazines — including every Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue for probably the past 10 years. Me? I piled them all up in the corner for Drew to look through. Oh, did I mention the pile of old scratched up record albums?

The carpet is pretty gamey. I don’t know how anyone can exercise on it. I don’t even like to walk barefoot downstairs.

Books are piled high on the floor. A few weeks ago I attempted to clean up the books that were piled in front of the bookcases in the back room. What to do? Bring them downstairs and pile ’em up! I’m thinking that a good way to get rid of some of these books would be to donate 10 books a week. I’d like to mention this to my drew but I know he’ll start to break out in a sweat and get all defensive – – – “why do you go right to my stuff, we don’t have to get rid of anything, even if I never ever touch it or know it exists. Once I see it I know I’ll need it.” (Oh, wait, who is that talking me or he? I think we!!)

Drew likes his books, broken electronics, and old credit card receipts. Ah, ever take a look at his night table?

Here I am babbling. Today Hannah sent me a text, “WRITE IN YOUR BLOG.” So I’m writing. When it comes to cleaning up and throwing things out — Hannah is worse than Drew. So I really don’t want to go into detail about my time spent downstairs.

But what I will share with everyone is what goes through my head every time I tackle a new corner downstairs. Whenever, whatever I touch — I hold it high and shout out loud, “What would Steven Ezra do?

If you know Steven, then you know what he would say: All together now —- “Throw it out, Aunt Vicki!”

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“by the way, I’m really disappointed in you”

Finally, someone actually noticed that I haven’t been posting on a regular basis — not really on any basis, at that. I thought I might just disappear and the world would go on as before because, after all, who the hell is reading this anyway?

Nothing exciting going on. The sky is blue, the clouds are puffy and white, a bit too hot but not in my backyard. My flowers are always thirsty — just not enough rain. I have a few soaker hoses snaking through the garden beds but I could use a few more. My lawn is burnt but when the rain comes, I know it will spring to life, not so sure that’s the case with my flowers.

Went to Maximus for a haircut the other day. Tommy cut it very short. I like it short, until the grays start showing (tomorrow.) Went to Nancy’s the next day for color. I walk in and she looks at the back of my head and says, “You’re almost there, why not go all gray or at least blonde?

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, did she really say that? “What are you crazy!!!! No way, not gray and not blonde either . . . hit me up with dark brown and lots of it!” And so my hair is short and dark brown. Yes, feeling good about that.

Met Carol for lunch today . . . catching up on all the gossip. We ate and chatted for 2 hours. Sorry, nothing to report. Think it’s time to open up a bottle of wine.

I really don’t know who you are anymore.

Thank you, Hannah, for noticing.

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A Big Head and Other Fine Highlights of the Day

I called Drew yesterday morning. I was in the city and was hoping to catch him before he left for work. I called him at home with my iphone. Click, click, click, click . . . I put in my secret password and made the call. The answering machine picked up. I didn’t leave a message.

Took a quick walk on the High Line with Hannah. It was way too hot. Ended up sitting in a coffeehouse drinking iced tea to cool off. Hannah had an iced cappuccino and an arugula salad. Met Pam and Jan there. Jan wanted to see the big head in Madison Square Park so we took a walk over to the east side.

A big head, a comfy bed, a cute pup -- a fine time was had by us.

It was a big head . . . a really big white head — in the middle of the park. Took a cab to Pam and Jan’s room on Restaurant Row — The French Quarter. Cute room, tiny, but most importantly it was air-conditioned. Hot day. We told Rachel to meet us at the restaurant at 5:00. Phone call at 4:00: A shrieking Rachel, “I’m locked out of my apartment. I wanted to take a quick nap before dinner.” “Where are your keys?” says me. “Probably on the kitchen counter.” Ahh, a Rachel moment.

Hey, did I tell you about Hannah’s “Rachel moment”? Sunday night we are parked outside of Hannah’s apartment. The car is packed with her luggage and an air conditioner. She looks for her keys and can’t find them. They are in Merrick in her bag in her room.We are in the city. Luckily we found her roommates, unloaded the car, put the air conditioner in the window, and took Hannah home with us. (Sibling side story.)

Dinner at Sosa Borella on 50th and 8th Ave. — still good. And, as usual, Rachel was late. Why on earth she decided to take a taxi in the height of rush hour — from East Village — I’ll never know. And she’s surprised when it takes forever! We had already finished a carafe of sangria and all the appetizers by time she sat down.

Pam and Jan left for the ballet at 7:00 and we sat while Rachel slowly nibbled at her food and ordered another sangria. Afterwards, Hannah went uptown and Rachel and I took a cab going down. I jumped out of the cab at 8:06 and made the 8:08 LIRR. Drew picked me up and I walked in the door and checked the home phone messages. The first message was long and just a bunch of psycho babble. What the hell was it? Who does this? Could this be a butt call?  “That sounds like you,” says my drew to me. And — you know  what — it did sound like me — and it went on and on and on. It was me. Gotta learn how to use my phone. I keep forgetting to END my phone calls.

Still waiting for the original copy of the Bank of America reference letter I requested almost a month ago.

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I Can Track Hannah’s Flight Wherever I Am

This is great. All day, wherever I am I can track Hannah and Sam’s journey back from Istanbul. Right now they are somewhere between London and New York sitting in First Class. Wonder if I can use my iphone to type my blog? The space bar on this computer is driving me crazy.

So how smart is this phone anyway? Is it smart enough to screen my incoming texts and respond to them appropriately? Let’s start with a list of mommy responses:

Yay!  — truueeee –what do you want me to do about it? — ginger, lemon, and honey tea — ? — kk — idk — pick up the phone and call — did u get a receipt? — look in the oven — call me — take a Tylenol — no, I’m not in the city . . . I could probably get a pretty good list together. I think mommies all over the world would like this feature.

So who is writing these yahoo news articles? Today another blurb caught my eye:

Peter Falk, TV’s rumpled Columbo, has died

. . . Somehow fittingly, Falk — the perfect choice to play Columbo — failed to be the first choice. Instead, the role was offered to easygoing crooner Bing Crosby. Fortunately, he passed.

Did he say “fortunately?” OMG, so how does Bing’s family feel about this? Fortunately?

Ah, I better check Hannah’s flight status . . . click, click, click, click: Flight is early by 14 minutes. While I’m at it better check my email, and, hmmm, the weather — Tomorrow will be much warmer than today.

Yay!

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Happy Fathers Day to All You Daddys

Off to Drew’s brother’s house today for a Fathers Day Brunch. Mmmm, I think there will be bagels and lox – my favorite! Should I bring my own tabasco sauce? Nah. Planning on picking up Rachel at the Hicksville train station at 12:15. So far all is as planned — it’s only 9:42 am — haha.

So, did I tell you that I am picking up a reference letter that is being faxed to my local Bank of America branch on Monday morning?

Many hours later:

Nice day, long day. Rachel made the train but Drew had to run home to get one of the presents we left in the house. We were a half hour late and it wasn’t even Rachel’s fault. Bagels and lox, cake and cookies, and presents galore. Nice day. We continued our Fathers Day celebration in the city. Drove Rachel to the city and had dinner there. No traffic on the way home. Long day tired. Need to rest up.

Tomorrow is a busy day. First I have to call the bank to see if they received my fax. And then . . .  and then . . . I told Rachel I would call her insurance company and see what I can find out. Apparently she used the website zocdoc.com and found 2 doctors, both said they accepted her insurance and each of them took a copay. Now it appears that the insurance company is claiming that  the doctors are out of network and won’t pay anything. So it should be a busy day.

Yankee game on. Score tied. Going to relax now.

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A Disturbing Dream

Drew walks up to me and says, “I saw signs over there and I think your brother wrote them. I think he may need help.” So I go over to the restaurant to check if it’s Steve’s handwriting. It’s a far walk and I end up inside the restaurant , looking out through a large picture window towards the ocean. I see my brother, Steve, looking in — but it seems like a one way mirror because he doesn’t see me. He’s just there. He’s wearing a white hat, his hair is above shoulder length. He turns and walks away. I start looking for a way out.

I realize that I left my phone in Drew’s car so I couldn’t call him and tell him I would be a while.

I run through the restaurant and find a way out but my brother is gone. I go back into the restaurant and as I’m quickly walking out the side door someone stops me, “Can I help you?” she says, “Are you looking someone?” I nod my head — yes. She points out the door and my brother is standing there.

One question,” he says to the woman. Apparently he is going to be working at the restaurant. I say I have to run because I don’t have my phone. So next we are back where I left Drew but he already left.

My brother forgot to ask a question at the restaurant so Hannah has an answer for him. I use her phone to call Drew. Meanwhile, my brother is walking around the grocery store with a shopping cart. I see him throw a big roast beef in the cart.

Drew answers his cell phone. It’s been hours since I spoke to him. I tell him what happened but he is angry. “We’re through,” he yells. I’m startled — this is not the way of Drew at all. As soon as he says that, Hannah starts crying, and there is silence. Seconds later I wake up but I don’t open my eyes. It was more a jolt and then I realize it was a dream. It felt so real. And then I remember that my brother has been dead for 8 years.

Very disturbing.

Right before I went to bed I read something which was dated July 3rd. I thought maybe that is what triggered this dream. My brother, Steve, was born on July 3rd.

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Lots of Eggies, Plenty of Painting, a Bit of Rain, and Janet’s First Time

A busy Memorial Day Weekend. Lots of  omelettes were made, the deck railing was primed, the gazebo is up, Rachel surprised us, and Janet arrived. Ended up with a friend and family filled bbq ending with a dose of South Park — which, by the way, was Janet’s first time (watching South Park, that is.)

Where's Vicki?

 

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