Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Monday, July 29, 2013
Celebrations
July 29, 2013
July was always a busy celebration month for me. Birthdays galore and of course my anniversary. So much food and cake!! By the end of the month I was TIRED of ice cream cake. Imagine that? This year we actually used my birthday cake for both Josh and I. AND on two different days. I always forgot about healthy eating at this time of the year because it was almost impossible. But this year we are two celebrations short. One birthday and, as my sister pointed out last night, my anniversary. Oh well, as someone said when this first started I have begun to make new memories.
This year I again went to the Cape and stayed with Margo and Fred. From the minute I got there the laughter began. Annemarie was already there and we spent the week relaxing, talking, drinking and eating and of course going to the beach. Lavender marmalade, Gigi and Barry. Yes, new memories. Poor Fred. Now you're stuck with another single lady. But maybe "stuck" is not the word I'm looking for. Maybe "blessed?" is the word. Lucky Fred!!!
Dempsey's for my birthday and Manhattan for Josh. Lunch at Marseille. Book of Mormons. Fun musical. Cafe Dante for zabaglione. Movies Sunday. ( Only God Forgives, one of the worst movies I have ever seen!) Some traditions just can't be replaced. So a great week of celebrating. I guess Wednesday will be just another day. I did have a small celebration on June 22. So that will be my new tradition.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Schmackery
July 30, 2012
Another birthday down. Joshua turned 27 on Saturday. We celebrated in Manhattan as we very often do for birthdays. We saw a play, One Man, Two Guvnors' at the Music Box Theater. It was hilarious. We laughed through the entire performance. Which kept me from getting morose and saying something to break the mood. We had lunch at Le Marseille, a french restaurant near the theater. We have eaten there in the past. When his father was around to share his celebrations. But this time it was Jocelyn and I. However even without Dave, the food was just as good as we remembered.
But what I really want to talk about is The Schmackery. No, it is not a new form of sadomasochism. Not that I would know much about S&M. But this is a cookie shop in Hells Kitchen right near the restaurant. We passed it as we were going to lunch and I saw that they make ice cream sandwiches. I knew I would be saving room for one. We finished lunch at 1:15. The play was not until 2. Josh was worried about filling the gap but I knew exactly where we were headed.
We all shared one sandwich. Vanilla bean gelato in between two cookies of our choice. I picked a cookie made with candied bacon, maple syrup, toffee bits and sea salt. ( As if the bacon were not salty enough.) I know it sounds weird but it was unbelievably delicious. Jocelyn picked a banana, peanut butter cookie. At least I think she picked it. I was so excited I may have picked it for her.
It was the perfect way to spend time before we could take our seats. I will definitely be returning there next time I am in the city. Until then I am going to try to find a recipe for the cookies. Anyone know where to buy candied bacon?
Friday, July 27, 2012
It was my Party.
July 27, 2012
So, as the song goes I did cry a little yesterday. Six months ago Annie told me I would feel better by my birthday and I did. I spent a very relaxing day at home and went out to dinner with some of my friends and my kids. Even blew out a candle. Ortwo. Dinner at Ludal's in North Haven was delicious. Good food, great bar and even better company. But it was bittersweet.
However it beat last years birthday in spite of the tornado warnings (how appropriate.) Last year my then husband could not even manage to get me a gift. He claimed he couldn't get to the store because he was recovering from shoulder surgery. As you will remember, from an injury he received in Montauk with the Big Shlokeh(arabic.) But he had no trouble driving to motels in Setauket in my car because it was an automatic. I drove his 12 year old standard to work everyday because I felt bad for him. Unbelievable. As my friend Mary is fond of saying there are worse things than being alone. After the emotional abuse I endured last year I would have to agree.
On a happier note I did enjoy an incredible ice cream pie from Wentworths. The crust was a peanut butter cookie filled with oreo ice cream. I didn't even know they had ice cream pies! And an update on my garden. Yesterday I picked three very small cherry tomatoes. They are green but I couldn't risk leaving them out there. While I was walking to the garden I spotted a very large wild turkey enjoying my produce. As Hilary says, "They have to eat too, Mom."
So, as the song goes I did cry a little yesterday. Six months ago Annie told me I would feel better by my birthday and I did. I spent a very relaxing day at home and went out to dinner with some of my friends and my kids. Even blew out a candle. Ortwo. Dinner at Ludal's in North Haven was delicious. Good food, great bar and even better company. But it was bittersweet.
However it beat last years birthday in spite of the tornado warnings (how appropriate.) Last year my then husband could not even manage to get me a gift. He claimed he couldn't get to the store because he was recovering from shoulder surgery. As you will remember, from an injury he received in Montauk with the Big Shlokeh(arabic.) But he had no trouble driving to motels in Setauket in my car because it was an automatic. I drove his 12 year old standard to work everyday because I felt bad for him. Unbelievable. As my friend Mary is fond of saying there are worse things than being alone. After the emotional abuse I endured last year I would have to agree.
On a happier note I did enjoy an incredible ice cream pie from Wentworths. The crust was a peanut butter cookie filled with oreo ice cream. I didn't even know they had ice cream pies! And an update on my garden. Yesterday I picked three very small cherry tomatoes. They are green but I couldn't risk leaving them out there. While I was walking to the garden I spotted a very large wild turkey enjoying my produce. As Hilary says, "They have to eat too, Mom."
Thursday, July 26, 2012
It's My Party
July 26, 2012
Questions
1. After you met and had sex in a motel room at lunchtime how did you face your respective
partners that evening?
2. How many dinners out did it take before she decided she wasn't a lesbian after 50 years?
3. Did you ever feel sickened by your actions?
4. How did you face the motel desk clerks? Did they get to know you?
5. How can you face your children?
6. Did you feel any remorse going to my favorite play and one of "our" restaurants while I was in
Columbia caring for sick children?
7. Who left the KY jelly under my bed in Manhattan, assuring that I would find it?
8. Do either one of you look in the mirror before leaving the house in the morning?
These are, of course, purely rhetorical questions. I don't expect that I will get an answer. Because there are no honest answers. Only justifications. Honest people just don't act like that. But I figured I deserved a little self-pity on my birthday. I was only going to give myself an hour or so to wallow but considering the pouring rain and the fact that I can't go to the beach I might have to take most of the morning!
Questions
1. After you met and had sex in a motel room at lunchtime how did you face your respective
partners that evening?
2. How many dinners out did it take before she decided she wasn't a lesbian after 50 years?
3. Did you ever feel sickened by your actions?
4. How did you face the motel desk clerks? Did they get to know you?
5. How can you face your children?
6. Did you feel any remorse going to my favorite play and one of "our" restaurants while I was in
Columbia caring for sick children?
7. Who left the KY jelly under my bed in Manhattan, assuring that I would find it?
8. Do either one of you look in the mirror before leaving the house in the morning?
These are, of course, purely rhetorical questions. I don't expect that I will get an answer. Because there are no honest answers. Only justifications. Honest people just don't act like that. But I figured I deserved a little self-pity on my birthday. I was only going to give myself an hour or so to wallow but considering the pouring rain and the fact that I can't go to the beach I might have to take most of the morning!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Happy Birthday, Dave
July 11, 2012
Another difficult day. Today is my ex-husband's birthday. So hard to say, ex-husband. I can only suppose it will get easier with time, like all things.
Birthdays are very special days to me. When the kids were small I always made their bed on their birthday. It was the one chore I insisted they do before they left for school or camp ( couldn't stand an unmade bed ) but on their birthday I would do it for them. I would always cook their favorite dinner or let them pick their favorite restaurant and invariably we would have ice cream cake for dessert. We always sang Happy Birthday and had candles and wishes. I did the same for Dave.
This year is the first year I do not have a celebration planned for July 11th. I can remember last year at this time waiting by the phone for him to call or come home. I left the outside lights on for three nights hoping he would return. His presents were wrapped and waiting. And he did eventually return home. With a broken shoulder from "body surfing with the guys." So is she the guy or the girl? I still haven't figured that part out yet.
So, today was just like any other day. Hilary and I went out to lunch, saw a movie and tried another ice cream place. There will be no singing Happy Birthday. Josh and Jocelyn will not be here to join us for a special dinner and there will be no presents to open. I guess that will be part of my new memories. July 11 will be just another day of the week.
Another difficult day. Today is my ex-husband's birthday. So hard to say, ex-husband. I can only suppose it will get easier with time, like all things.
Birthdays are very special days to me. When the kids were small I always made their bed on their birthday. It was the one chore I insisted they do before they left for school or camp ( couldn't stand an unmade bed ) but on their birthday I would do it for them. I would always cook their favorite dinner or let them pick their favorite restaurant and invariably we would have ice cream cake for dessert. We always sang Happy Birthday and had candles and wishes. I did the same for Dave.
This year is the first year I do not have a celebration planned for July 11th. I can remember last year at this time waiting by the phone for him to call or come home. I left the outside lights on for three nights hoping he would return. His presents were wrapped and waiting. And he did eventually return home. With a broken shoulder from "body surfing with the guys." So is she the guy or the girl? I still haven't figured that part out yet.
So, today was just like any other day. Hilary and I went out to lunch, saw a movie and tried another ice cream place. There will be no singing Happy Birthday. Josh and Jocelyn will not be here to join us for a special dinner and there will be no presents to open. I guess that will be part of my new memories. July 11 will be just another day of the week.
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