Tricia and Gwyneth meet!
Tricia and Gwyneth meet!
My husband and I are watching a show called “Life After People” that talks about what would happen to Earth if all of the people went away all at once — as in “poof,” no more people.
Everything was o.k. until they started talking about what would happen to the animals. They started with the dogs. Waaaaaaah!
We’re home. And exhausted.
Each year, I forget how bad my feet hurt after the fourth (or so) day of my business trip.
But I swear they didn’t hurt this much last year. They were almost numb a few times today.
It will be over soon. HooRAH!
Gwyneth, the baby I’ve mentioned in previous posts, has finally pooped.
Now, we all know that poop happens, but this baby, born at 24 weeks 5 days (if memory serves), hadn’t pooped since she was born two weeks ago. Until this morning.
We’ve all been praying for poop, because “poop” means that her digestive tract is working. This is good news. It also means they can really start feeding her now.
She’s not had any major complications, which is quite amazing for a baby born as early as she was.
Head over to Gwyneth’s daddy’s blog for more information. Also check out his wife Tricia’s incredible progress.
And keep praying.
Last night after work (which went just fine, by the way), Ed, two friends and I went and explored. We walked around Times Square for a bit, went to dinner, and were leaving a store on our way back to the hotel when we were approached my a middle-aged, well-dressed African American woman. She chatted with us for awhile, asked where we were from, what we were doing in town, the usual.
Then she told us she was homeless. She said she was going through a divorce and had been homeless for three months. After a few more moments of talk, she asked if we’d buy her a piece of pizza. The fact that she asked if we wanted to go with her to buy the pizza made us believe she actually was GOING to buy pizza with the money. We needed to continue with our walk, so Ed gave her $5 and she went on her way.
I was a little shaken up by the situation, but not for the reason you might think. I thought it was slightly “odd” that a native New Yorker was being so friendly (old stereotypes die hard), but I NEVER would have suspected she was homeless.
She didn’t appear to be drunk, on drugs, or suffering from any of the other ailments people often associate with the homeless. As I said earlier, she was dressed like most of the others walking the streets on this cold night.
But homeless she is.
I truly believe that she is someone who has just fallen into some bad luck. I don’t know that she’ll still be homeless in a year.
But it IS possible, through a similar stroke of back luck, that any of those reading this blog might be homeless in a year. You just never know.
So the evening didn’t end quite the way I thought it might, but maybe that’s what New York had to teach me this year.
It’s Monday morning. I’ve been up about 30 minutes (or awake anyway), and I need a nap. 🙂
My friend Sarah sent me this Mutts comic strip this morning, and it pretty much sums up the way I feel about things at the moment. Hopefully, I’ll be able to come home and get to bed EARLY tonight. Well, that’s kind of hibernating, right?!
Have a good one, all. 🙂
I made it to New York. I also decided, at least for today, that paying $14.95/day for Internet access in my room is worth it. Makes the hotel room feel a little like “home,” and this blog gives me the opportunity to “chill” and to spill some of my wacky thoughts into cyberspace. Somehow, “blogging” offline and uploading when I get home just isn’t the same. Tomorrow, I may decide $14.95/per day for Internet access isn’t worth it and blog offline. But today, not so much.
Some come to New York to see the sites, to see a show (or 6, if you’re me), to people watch (sometimes also known as “seeing the sites,” but that’s another story). Me? At least this time, I came to work.
I woke up right as the plane was passing the Statue of Liberty. That was pretty exciting. The left side of the plane had a wonderful view of the city. I’ve been here a few times, but it’s always exciting to me. In the taxi, I pointed out some landmarks (Madison Avenue, approximately 17 CVS Drugstores) to my coworker and taxi-mate, who has never been here. Tomorrow after work, we’re going to walk over to Times Square and grab a bite for dinner. Besides that, we’ll spend most of our time sleeping and working (but not in that order).
For a little while, back in the late 1990s, I wanted to move here. Now I’m a little older and wiser and know that New York IS a great place, but as the saying goes, I would not want to live here.
However, I must make it a point to visit more often… and next time I’ll come when I don’t have to work.