Suddenly, I feel like a grown up – and in this case it's not in a good way. I had dinner with a friend tonight who is turning 40 in a few months. Though he said that he's not really worrying about it, it's clear that he's losing his mind with dread. Another friend, who used to be a wildly dressed, semi-irresponsible, spaced out single New Yorker, told me that she recently went shopping for "sensible shoes." This is a woman who once wore vintage skin tight shiny green silk pants a see-through floral top and gold impossibly high stilettos to a random loft party in Brooklyn – just because. Yet another friend emailed me today apologizing over typos in her previous from yesterday. Clearly frazzled, she wrote, "Sometimes it's just so hard to get it right." How right she is. As for me, I am suffering from carpel tunnel syndrome or hypertension – whatever that is, I just know I am hyper and tense – over BlackBerry emails that start at 5 a.m. and go until midnight, and daily barrage of a million, zillion little problems and hurdles and negotiations that seem to make up the life of a working adult these days.
All the craziness just makes me wish I was an ageless, freewheeling European neighbor draped in a beach towel and sipping Pellegrino.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Envy
Matt is in New York – and I am not. Ironically, I wish I was in New York – and Matt wishes he was not. When he described the city over the phone to me as "humid and muggy," my response was, "God, I love New York." I fell in love with the city during summertime. And I miss it during summertime.
Envy Part 2
Some new European neighbors have moved into the house next door, and for the first time I get the whole 'keeping up with the Joneses' thing. These newbies have fabulous, expensive looking wooden outdoor furniture, and they actually use it. They have beautiful potted plants and a watering can and all sorts of fancy life accessories. Not only do they have all these things, but they appear to be happy all the time. They are constantly drinking Pellegrino outside and drying out their colorful beach towels and barbequing. As a neighbor, it's exhausting.
We bought three plants last week – and one is already almost dead. We decided to look at outdoor furniture -- and it's outrageously priced. Tonight when I came home, one of the neighbors was using his MacBook Air laptop and resting with his feet up. I tried to hide my bag from Chipotle and pretend that I was not about to go inside, turn on the TV and chow down.
Envy Part 2
Some new European neighbors have moved into the house next door, and for the first time I get the whole 'keeping up with the Joneses' thing. These newbies have fabulous, expensive looking wooden outdoor furniture, and they actually use it. They have beautiful potted plants and a watering can and all sorts of fancy life accessories. Not only do they have all these things, but they appear to be happy all the time. They are constantly drinking Pellegrino outside and drying out their colorful beach towels and barbequing. As a neighbor, it's exhausting.
We bought three plants last week – and one is already almost dead. We decided to look at outdoor furniture -- and it's outrageously priced. Tonight when I came home, one of the neighbors was using his MacBook Air laptop and resting with his feet up. I tried to hide my bag from Chipotle and pretend that I was not about to go inside, turn on the TV and chow down.
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