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i feel spongy

Today I feel . . . I feel . . .  I feel spongy.

So, I’m driving to physical therapy, the sun is out. I have this uneasy feeling and I can’t figure it out. Maybe it’s those warm sunny rays — maybe, no wait, I know the feeling. I’ve felt it before and there is a word for it, and the word is spongy. Yes! But it’s not the sun’s rays that I am absorbing, it’s the bits and pieces of other people’s anxieties floating around in the air. Then again, if I’m feeling it doesn’t that make ’em mine?

And if you are wondering how my torn meniscus is doing — the answer is, “much better, thank you.”

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Stop me if I’m repeating myself . . .

It seems like everyone around me is repeating the same stories over and over again. So many times I want to cut in and say, “Stop, stop, stop, you told me already!” But I don’t — I listen and realize that even though I heard this already I don’t remember how it ends. It’s like watching “Law and Order” over and over again and each time never quite remembering who did it.

As I write this the “Law and Order BINGE-A-THON” is on TV. Yeah, I remember this one. I remember all of them. I remember, I remember, until I don’t. Sometimes I wonder what’s happening to me. Should I be concerned? Is it an age thing? I can’t even remember the title of the book I just read. Should I be concerned? But then I take a step back and realize that I’ve always been like this. Should I be concerned?

The three of us at the table.

The three of us at the table.

Picture this: Three of us sitting at the table. And Thera, says, “I love the part in the book where … blah, blah, blah.” And I’m sitting there nodding my head thinking, “Really? Did we read the same book? How does she remember the scene in such detail. Yes, there was an old guy and a mountain (nod, nod, nod.) All the while Drew is futzing with the music — And he chimes in, “I love this song. She’s great in concert. Remember? We had great seats and the sound was so clean.” (Nod, nod, nod.) Who is this? Was I at this concert? Drew did mention seats . . . click, cick, click goes my brain — great seats? He didn’t mention food. But still, it could be City Winery. (Nod, nod, nod.)

And the book — let me look it up — “The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window,” by Jonas Jonasson recommended by Marcia, marcia, marcia . . . please, stop me if I’m repeating myself.

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My First Yelp Review

My first Yelp review — and it looks like it’s filtered!!! Now what? Keep posting? Whine, dine, review again and again until I become a legitimate reviewer? (Please, please calm down and stop bugging out — I really did mean whine with an h – although a nice bottle of wine does pair well with any review.)

How does this work? It’s not posted. It’s been a week. Is there a review committee that reviews reviews … are they checking my credit score? I don’t get it. All I am saying is, “Five stars for Vanessa and the staff at Fox and Jane, Cobble Hill.”

Seriously, I don’t need no stinkin’ cosmetic surgery — all I need is an AB FAB Vanessa cut/color and I Feel Fine!

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WHAT? Lettuce is NOT suppose to freeze in fridge!

This is news to me. I thought everything that was in the back of the fridge is suppose to freeze – – cheese, veggies, lettuce, everything and anything. I was reading The Haggler, the New York Times column written by David Segal, and I came across a Whirlpool update: ” I wanted to let you know that the new refrigerator was delivered on Tuesday. And it sounds like a normal fridge! Also, I put a bag of lettuce toward the back of the fridge and it didn’t freeze.

WHAT?!? Is this is a joke? I had my own nightmare of a fridge and after a year of constant repairs (the water dispenser kept freezing) I finally connected with a wonderful helpful rep on the phone and she actually had it replaced. I wanted to write a nice letter to her supervisor but I was afraid they would fire her for replacing the fridge . . .  since absolutely no one else I spoke with would do anything except send a repair person over with lots of sticky tape! Read my February 23, 2011 post for details:   https://thesommertimes.wordpress.com/tag/kitchenaid-nightmare/

I can’t even begin to tell you how many veggies, cheeses, and just about anything in the back of my fridge has to be thrown out because it all freezes if I leave it in the fridge for more than a day. So I read the column last week, went shopping, bought some chicken cutlets to stir fry, put the package in the bottom drawer and by the next day it was frozen. And when I say bottom drawer I don’t mean the freezer! I still dream of trashing my Kitchenaid fridge and I’ve talked several of my friends out of buying one . . . but, probably, not enough to make a difference.

Spread the word — And the word is NOT Kitchenaid.

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True Life: New York City

Can’t wait til Drew comes home from his business trip so we can get back to our morning routine: Coffee with Dear Amy.

HA HA . . . so true!

HA HA . . . so true!

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OMG, First Try and I’M BACK IN!

Can’t believe I remembered my password on the first try! Has it been a year? No, I think not, it’s been more than a year since I last wrote anything. Well, let me tell you — I’ve been writing such great witty, haha funny, and sometimes deeply insightful posts in my head and I keep thinking, “I should write that down,” but I don’t because I’m sure that I will remember it all when I sit in front of my (new) Macbook Pro.

So here I am sitting at the dining room table waiting for all those words to tumble out of my brain . . . not happening. Still nothing. Well, forget the witty stuff, I’ll just start babbling and soon those creative juices I hear so much about will start flowing again.

Mid April and it’s 43 degrees out. I guess today I’ll complain about how cold it is for this time year. Only a week ago I was walking the streets of NYC dripping with sweat complaining about the heat. I have a very small window of comfort.

Today is my Birthday Brunch at Essex with the my girls and Drew. I don’t have many photos on Facebook but I remembered that Rachel posted one of us at Essex last year. Just checked the picture to make sure I’m not wearing the same t-shirt as last year. Wow, my hair was short! I’m hoping I look better in today’s pic. Let you know tomorrow. Maybe I’ll post them both.

Oops, getting late . . . . off to brunch.

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Perfect But Salty

I started this week just a wee bit off. I sat down with a fresh cup of black coffee, zipped through the Monday edition of Newsday, read Amy, picked up a pen and proceeded to ink in the answers to the Monday crossword puzzle. The clues were easy at first, as they should be on Monday.

I do my puzzles in ink. I go through the hints fast and in order. First across, then down. Occasionally I’ll lightly ink in the letters but mostly I just make a mess of it all. But that’s okay — tomorrow is another day, another puzzle. But this week, this Monday — for the first time since I started doing the puzzles (again) — I couldn’t finish it. My laptop was on the table next to me, fully charged. I could look up the answers. yes, the thought crossed my mind. But it was Monday. I usually don’t get desperate til Wednesday or Thursday.

Okay, relax, just a bad day. But the same thing happened on Tuesday. I couldn’t finish that one either. And I couldn’t bring myself to peek at the answers online.

It was Monday when I received the letter from Bank of America.

Back in June/July I had an issue with Bank of America which I wrote about in my blog. STRIKE ONE!

So without going into much detail at the moment — because I really don’t have the energy — I will say that Drew’s bank card was stolen during a business trip. Bank of America Fraud Department called me and brought it to my attention — suspicious activity, they said. I had already noticed it online. We both spoke with a rep on the phone and also filed a claim saying that we are both authorized users and neither of us authorized the withdrawal of money from our account. Sounds pretty clear to me?

Here’s the response we got not even 2 weeks later:

After concluding a thorough investigation of the above referenced claim, it has been determined that no error has occurred in this instance. Our records show the transaction activity in question was authorized and posted, or billed, correctly to  your account. Blah, blah, blah.

Bank of America appreciates your business and values you as a customer .  .  .  more blah . . .”

Thorough investigation? When I called the bank and repeated what I thought were major details the representative said, “I’m adding these details to your inquiry.”

What do you mean — you’re adding it? What exactly were they investigating?

None of this is in the initial report, the case is reopened and they will use this information to reevaluate it,” he answers. Sounds like Drew and I wasted a lot of phone time. STRIKE TWO!

I should hear from them by the end of next week.  The bank had to send me another sheet with additional claims on it. I wasn’t surprised to see that the information on it was incorrect. Surprised? not really. STRIKE  . . . !

Can anyone recommend a bank? I’m thinking Capital One . . . Citibank . . . ?????

And here it is Friday, my eyes are itchy and my nose is drippy! Hey, wait a minute . . . my hip feels fine and my leg doesn’t ache today. (Maybe I should let a stupid puzzle rule my life.)

You did cook these perfect you know,” says my drew this Friday morning as the perfectly runny (cage free) yolk drips down his cute chinny-chin-chin, “but they are a little salty.” Every time I crack an egg into a hot pan I pray  . . . pray that the egg will be perfect! This morning I decided to add the salt and fresh pepper after the eggs were on the plate instead of while they are cooking. What I learned: Salt early, pepper after.

Perfect but salty. Go figure!?

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