Saturday afternoon.
10/30/2004
10/29/2004
A Note From Sarah.
I e-mailed David and Sarah. They are two lovely people I have known for years, and each from before they met and married! Sarah and I are close in age. She has 3 little adorable ones now and is a wonderful musical artist. Talking with her always helps me find some clarity and solace. We both torment ourselves with our own endless thoughts, I suspect. I don't talk with her enough.
Sarah wrote:
>with regards to this:
Amy wrote:
>> It became alarmingly clear to me not long after
>> I moved, that we humans spend our lives trying to
>> make ourselves bigger and more important, more
>> successful or whatever. I arrived in what is
>> supposedly the biggest, bestest most exciting place
>> in the world and immediately felt lost and small and
>> like I had no idea how one would climb out of the
>> enormity of a place like this to be recognized as
>> anything more than an ant. I supposed many people
>> in places like this are lonely. And then I supposed
>> that many people who come to places like this in
>> order to become a "big deal" are lonely. And then I
>> supposed that God is always trying to make us
>> smaller, and that we always just have it wrong
>> when we are self-directed. So I had a moment of
>> "Ah, foiled again." But, God knows every ant. Even
>> if there were none smaller than me (physically or
>> figuratively), He would still know me. : )
Sarah wrote:
>you need to start writing all of this down. i can write myself
>into a kind of clarity sometimes, and it looks like you do that
>too. i needed to read here in nashville, with three kids. GOD
>KNOWS EVERY ANT. believe it. you are more precious than ants.
>and sparrows. you bright light. enjoy this adventure and know
>that we are here for all the adventures.
>sarah
Sarah wrote:
>with regards to this:
Amy wrote:
>> It became alarmingly clear to me not long after
>> I moved, that we humans spend our lives trying to
>> make ourselves bigger and more important, more
>> successful or whatever. I arrived in what is
>> supposedly the biggest, bestest most exciting place
>> in the world and immediately felt lost and small and
>> like I had no idea how one would climb out of the
>> enormity of a place like this to be recognized as
>> anything more than an ant. I supposed many people
>> in places like this are lonely. And then I supposed
>> that many people who come to places like this in
>> order to become a "big deal" are lonely. And then I
>> supposed that God is always trying to make us
>> smaller, and that we always just have it wrong
>> when we are self-directed. So I had a moment of
>> "Ah, foiled again." But, God knows every ant. Even
>> if there were none smaller than me (physically or
>> figuratively), He would still know me. : )
Sarah wrote:
>you need to start writing all of this down. i can write myself
>into a kind of clarity sometimes, and it looks like you do that
>too. i needed to read here in nashville, with three kids. GOD
>KNOWS EVERY ANT. believe it. you are more precious than ants.
>and sparrows. you bright light. enjoy this adventure and know
>that we are here for all the adventures.
>sarah
Kevin, The Homeless Guy
Thanks to my friend Kevin, for all the referrals to my new blog. What do you call avid blog readers? Blog writers are "bloggers." Blog readers are whats??
Note to those referred readers: I didn't expect Kevin to write a post about my site already. I feel like my blog is hardly up to par. I am actually writing it a bit in reverse right now. But I'll catch up, and I hope you will stop by again sometime and I promise the house will be in better order.
Note to those referred readers: I didn't expect Kevin to write a post about my site already. I feel like my blog is hardly up to par. I am actually writing it a bit in reverse right now. But I'll catch up, and I hope you will stop by again sometime and I promise the house will be in better order.
Amy Shoots. Amy Scores.
Bought my ticket to Switchfoot yesterday afterwork. Here's a good New Yorker tip: The Irving Plaza box office sells TicketMaster tickets without the service charge! I saved a third of my ticket cost.
And a sweet woman at the band's management office, hooked me up with a backstage pass. So now I can hand deliver some good wishes to the boys.
And a sweet woman at the band's management office, hooked me up with a backstage pass. So now I can hand deliver some good wishes to the boys.
10/28/2004
And The Beat Goes On.
I acquired a fan in an attempt to drown out the jukebox with white noise. I then purchased a CD player with headphones in order to do the same. My roommate gave me earplugs. But none of these are sufficient to fight the music emanating from the Tavern.
Last night, I phoned 311 at 12:27 a.m. (C-1-1-138607352 ticket closed by Unit NYPD at 6:02:00 as non-crime corrected.) Bar closes when??
Thank you, Target brand pain reliever with sleep aid. You win.
Last night, I phoned 311 at 12:27 a.m. (C-1-1-138607352 ticket closed by Unit NYPD at 6:02:00 as non-crime corrected.) Bar closes when??
Thank you, Target brand pain reliever with sleep aid. You win.
10/27/2004
My Best Friends.
When I moved here last month, I made some trades. Primarily, friends for opportunity. (Whatever that is. Contentment? Financial gain? Career? Better shopping?) I miss them. And I don't hear from them a lot. Of course, since college, I've lived in the East San Francisco Bay, CA; Anaheim, CA; Indianapolis, IN; Nashville, TN; and now here. My friends are scattered, not to mention the ones who live in places they've moved to on their own or I've met through a variety of circumstances other than being where I live. They are in Portland, OR; Athens, GA; Wilmington, DE; Toronto, ONT; San Diego, CA; Denver, CO; Lexington, KY; Buffalo, NY; Springfield, MO; England, Germany and other places I forget.
My newest friend, though, and the one I see every Monday through Friday, is the coffee cart guy outside my office building. I don't even know his name. But he greets me now with a smile, even if I'm two or so back on the line. As soon as I reach the window: "Medium, half & half, no sugar... because you're sweet enough already ..., yes?" I smile and nod if I'm sleepy, or verbally agree if I'm more awake. We discuss the weather and my noisy apartment building. Then its off with "Have a good day!" There are more customers waiting.
My newest friend, though, and the one I see every Monday through Friday, is the coffee cart guy outside my office building. I don't even know his name. But he greets me now with a smile, even if I'm two or so back on the line. As soon as I reach the window: "Medium, half & half, no sugar... because you're sweet enough already ..., yes?" I smile and nod if I'm sleepy, or verbally agree if I'm more awake. We discuss the weather and my noisy apartment building. Then its off with "Have a good day!" There are more customers waiting.
10/24/2004
Divine Intervention.
Heaven intercedes just when you think you're done for.
My friends Steve & Sara called me on Friday to see if I wanted to dog sit Saturday night.
I had almost booked a hotel room for the weekend, just so I could get some real sleep.
So instead, I moved in with Trooper on the UWS and watched TV on the couch, played on the computer, walked around the corner to get a manicure. To top it off, my favorite movie Roman Holiday was on TV this afternoon. You can't beat a lazy day with Gregory Peck. And then I took a nap.
My friends Steve & Sara called me on Friday to see if I wanted to dog sit Saturday night.
I had almost booked a hotel room for the weekend, just so I could get some real sleep.
So instead, I moved in with Trooper on the UWS and watched TV on the couch, played on the computer, walked around the corner to get a manicure. To top it off, my favorite movie Roman Holiday was on TV this afternoon. You can't beat a lazy day with Gregory Peck. And then I took a nap.
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