Category: Life

My regular life has resumed. I’m back from Manhattan. I’m tired and my feet still hurt but it was fun. I used to think I wanted to live there but now I’m not so sure. But after further reflection, I’ve decided that I just can’t live in Midtown or lower— that’s a given. I don’t move that quickly and I need closet space. Plus, all the people everywhere are a bit hard to handle. But I love to visit — so I’ve determined that I most certainly can live on either the Upper West or East Sides. Either one. That I can handle. No problem.

Now I just have to sign up for a very high paying job in the thrilling world of NYC PR. (My email is accessible via this site. Resume available upon request.)

I’m glad to be home again but I can’t wait to return. I think I like NYC almost as much as Santa Fe. If  I were rich, I ‘d have homes in both places. I would still visit my old friends here sometimes though. They’d miss me.

Question: Do you like fishing?

Answer: No, I don’t see the point of fishing. Depending on where you are, you can’t really eat them. And if you could, you’d have to clean them. That’s work and I don’t like to mix work with so-called relaxation. Throwing them back just strikes me as weird. Why bother? There just seems to be no point to it. So the answer is no, I don’t like fishing. Please don’t ask me to go fishing with you.

Question: Do you like sitting outside when it is very hot?

Answer: No, I enjoy air conditioning.

Question: Do you enjoy sitting on a beach?

Answer: In a swimsuit? No, I get bored quickly just sitting on some sand. Also I can never find a comfortable position for reading. Plus, I don’t like to swim (I can, I just prefer not to).

Question: Do you like to go on picnics?

Answer: Where is this going exactly? No, I like restaurants. I don’t mind sitting on a patio with a beverage but that counts as a restaurant. That’s as close to a picnic as I’ll get.

Question: It’s summer. What do you like to do then?

Answer: Wait for the fall. Wait and wait. It’s going to be 27 degrees tomorrow…no more questions please, I’m getting overheated.