Yes, I know I've been AWOL.
I'm not the most prolific of bloggers. Some of you manage two or three posts a day! I'm quite lucky if I can get two a week out. I'd been doing that with a fair amount of consistency, and then, well, April arrived.
We went to San Francisco. I know...weeks ago. Dammit! We came back. I had major projects at work that all managed to coalesce into some hellish, beastly thing that only now shows signs of retreating. There were religious holidays, requiring one to deal with one's familial unit(s). My allergies have been beyond fierce. Tim had his knee operated on. The dog ate my home work.
It just got away from me. Mea culpa.
I'm glad the month is winding down. It actually did feel overwhelming at times, and the fun to be had was a bit sketchy and spare.
However, there was a small Good Friday cocktail gathering at the Farmboyz pied-a-terre, where we enjoyed some excellent conversation with the usual suspects and, of course, some major Manhattans. Afterwards, we trekked down to my neighborhood and tipped a few at the Phoenix. By that time, I'd had enough alcohol not to mind that I was the oldest person in the room, by far. At least Jim, the barman, was friendly, and spoke with us at length. Otherwise, we might as well have been in exile.
There was the weekend it rained Friday, Saturday and Sunday, after having been lovely and spring-like all week while I'd been cooped up 12 hours at jobsites. We stayed in, mostly, dashing out now and then just to shake off the cabin fever that was setting in.
We took advantage of the downpour on Saturday to actually walk into Trader Joe's, newly established nearby. Since it opened, there have been lines trailing down 14th Street; people actually waiting to get into a grocery store. New Yorker that I am, I won't wait in or on line for anything. I had great fun walking past the people cued up and speculating whether any of them actually had a life, in my loudest Irish Whisper. As Tim and I walked down the street the past few weeks he'd peer into people's brown paper Trader Joe carrier bags, and report the contents to me: "Chips, chips, snacks, frozen desserts, chips, salsa". Upon actually visiting the store, that turned out to be fairly accurate assessment of the stock, plus some condiments. Tell me something's popular with everyone else, and I'll find a reason to hate it. That's just the way I am. It must be that musty old counterculture thing I picked up in the late '60's. I don't understand jumping on a bandwagon, and I guess I never will. Perhaps I require a tour guide to point the finer assets. I'm not getting it.
My allergies are truly beyond belief this year. I've managed to give myself a sinus infection and bronchitis, due to the incessant drip. I know, pretty image. My head feels like it's been filled with Portland cement, while my eyes have come to resemble burning lumps of coal. I'm sure you'll all be totally charmed by the effect when you see me. If I sneeze or hack in your immediate vicinity, please accept my apologies in advance. I've only just Googled Allevert Overdose. Apparently, I haven't. Yet.
Tim had a partial meniscectomy performed yesterday at Lenox Hill Hospital. It does sound rather worse than it is. A piece of cartilage was removed from his knee through a series of small incisions. We took him back to Jersey City for recuperation and Turner Classic Movies and hopefully he'll be back in the action again shortly.
When he's literally on his feet again, we'll be off for more adventures. He's asked me to take him to Snaxx some Friday. His curiosity has finally got the best of him. Be assured, there will be an open call for volunteers to escort us, should this actually happen.
And now off to bed. I have an early appointment to get my hair cut and beard trimmed, and then on to client meetings all day. I'm off to Tim's tomorrow night to check up on my favorite patient and collect a Martini or two.
I hope to see y'all as soon as we can.