All the Things that I Used to Say, Have Gone Out the Window

I sometimes sit and daydream behind work on these giant steel chaise chairs.  The sky can offer up some amazing portraits.

A Pizza Slice Party

Some might say (in my head), Too many pizza parties this year.  But to that I reply, also in my head, and to no one, 'I've always had this fear that if the world were to end suddenly, that I would be the moron working until 10pm that night and the lights would go out while riding home on my bicycle somewhere in Red Hook, Brooklyn, USA'.  I've worried my strict behavior might rob me of all the fun in life because even though I've done horrible, immoral, lewd, tawdry things in my past, the last 30 years have been severely tame.  And I do believe our civilized world is crumbling a bit and we could be in for some major dire events.  Before anything too earth-changing happens,  I would like to think if nothing else, that I've eaten as much pizza as I wanted in this lifetime.  

I mean, this girl is looking at 60 coming straight at her like a comet.  My 65 year old coworker joked that she had a sex dream about Mark Ruffalo.  First of all, ewww!  I could understand some finding him attractive but his voice makes me mental.  Anyway, in the dream she was only 30 years old and the most gorgeous version of herself.  I said, "I'll do ya one better, about a year ago, I banned myself from appearing in any of my sexual fantasies, period and have replaced me with entirely different people."

Just as having slices of delicious pizza more often because life is not what we thought is a fitting, healthy reaction, within reason, of course.  A celebration of sorts that we are to enjoy our lives when we can and not concern ourselves too much with what we should be doing or could be doing, or what is normal.  Because clearly, normal has gone out the window.

 

Baby It's Cold Outside

That line always stayed with me, "How tiny those seeds were, and yet they know they're supposed to grow up to be lettuces".  Yes Marilyn, that's exactly the way I feel about the Christmas cactus.  No matter if this plant is on the verge of death, it blooms every year and in December, usually nearer to the holiday.   It wasn't Christmas week but I don't want to split hairs here. That's still pretty impressive.  How does it know?  What tells it to bloom?  Real intelligent life is all around us.

In addition to slowly killing this cactus, I'm trying my best to raise these two little fellers on the far right who rode back from Indiana in a red Dixie cup, sideways.  Then they were forgotten for a few days in the cold before they were gifted to me.  I don't do that well with plants only because I tend to forget they are living things....that need attention and water.  Somehow I've managed to keep some on life support for ages, a steady diet of neglect and soot from Fulton Street.

P surprised me with a whole pizza pie from Lean Crust Pizza on this night.  It was very cold, I got off late so I was super grateful.  But we never order a whole pizza.  We get slices, because they're so fancy and unique, taste incredible and the variety is such a huge treat.  This was of course delicious because it's pizza but not the dream that the slices tend to be when you get separately.  The crust was fluffier, doughier but still very good and managed to taste very light.  In fact we packed that whole pie away in no time.