My Fortune

In the wake of Hurricane Sandy the only thing anyone in the war torn tri-state area can do is hold up their smart phones for occasional reception, stare around at the mass chaos streets splattered with trees, and eat Chinese Food.  After days without power and heat, the egg drop soup never tasted so good.  You can imagine that all of us are looking for something to hold on to, to feel better about what just happened around us in a flash.

I have spent the week hearing peoples stories.  Last minute evacuations, houses flooded, trees totaling three family cars, and in the midst of it all everyone seems to manage a smile.  It is at these moments in life that I think-how lucky I am, how special life is, and that my problems are small little blips on the universal radar.  Not to get all schmalzy in this dizzying aftermath but to quote an elderly person I see on a daily basis "I am blessed".  If only that feeling state could somehow creep into the brains of those individuals getting into fist fights on the gas lines we'd be in a good place.

I feel like this fortune makes sense.  The past is the past and it happened-but as we look ahead, it's going to be ok and as the days pass by the useless details will become ancient history.

Now pass the egg rolls.

A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose

A rose under any other name would not smell as sweet....because then it wouldn't be a rose.  It's amazing the significance of such a simple flower that parts sweetly as the days go by and is so defined up close that is looks like a painting (or maybe that's just the Instagram).

Life is a series of roses.  Moments and weeks where the petals slowly expand and fall until you need to get a fresh rose new and compact waiting to experience and grow for the first time.  Each time, more exciting and fascinating than the last.

You wonder how something so simple can have such devastating and startling significance.  But then I think about this.  Staring down the open railroad track and suddenly the world is full of possibilities.

If You Believe That There's A Man On The Moon

When I was a kid, all I could hope for on my ceiling were glow in the dark stars and I didn't even get those.  I did however have a broken Teddy Ruxpin that would speak at 2AM because his tape deck was broken.  Such is the stuff of childhood nightmares.

The last time I was at The Museum of Natural History I happened upon this!  It's a Moon In My Room.  Apparently it takes you through the entire course of lunar cycles while you sleep.  Who needs to look out the window when you can stare up wide-eyed at your own miniature piece of lunar magnificence.

I feel like if I ever welcome children into this world they will not only have this but every mock piece of space age awesomeness.

My Cat Watches YouTube

Or maybe she just watches me write play. I wonder if when I get up she uses her paw to edit.

Cat in 3D

I know what you're thinking-two cat posts back to back? No, I'm not suicidal just amazed at what I found.





But if the cards don't make 3D cats appealing enough to me I always have this:


A real cat.

Stuff Under My Cat

My cat took over the TV the only way he knew how....

Pigeon Hitting The Jackpot