Getting My Act Together...

So after three weeks of eating poorly, not working out, and working too much and drinking, I am back on track. Yesterday my body conveniently woke up at 6:30 and I went to the gym early and ran on the treadmill. Being that I am 95, I started to tense up later in the day, especially in my left leg and hip. Before bed, I did a little yoga and stretched all of that out. I had to be at a board meeting at 8:30 am and boy was I sleepy! And continued to be all day. On my way home, I thought to myself, "Self, you are getting home at 6pm today, do a little bit of the Fit Pack DVD.
It's a very low budget DVD which makes me laugh a little, and in thirty minutes you get a full body low impact workout. Being 95, I am nervous about lifting weights or doing anything more challenging. And I have to keep that blood pressure down!

Now here I am, at almost 11:30, and I am wired. I am going to try some yoga to clam my mind, and hopefully I can start tomorrow fully refreshed.

Was there any point to this? I am not sure. I think I just wanted to write about being 95 and not being able to sleep.

Sleep well,
D

Fun Fact of the Day

Today I learned that the Lincoln Memorial and the still-standing Union Square Savings Bank, now home to the Daryl Roth Theater in Union Square, were both designed by the same man, Henry Bacon.

I learned this from Sarah Vowell. And this book.

I loved it. I can always tell when I really love a book because no matter what the ending is, I tear up a little when it's over and I have to put it away.

Oh Sarah, we are so not done. I have all of your writing to read.

The rest of you: Read her NOW!

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a bit amazing in my apartment. The past two years it goes like this: The week before, Kristen and I start to stress. Ornaments and food need to be purchased. The apartment needs to be cleaned. Shall we wear costumes? It should be low-key and low-stress. Then we bicker with no words. This year the kitchen sink clogged, and still hasn't been fixed (oh those amazing Queens landlords and their friends that do things like plumber every third Thursday of the month but only during leap years.) Rachel comes over the night before. I make some pie crust. I go to roll it. I hate it. I start again. We drink wine. Pies get done at 1 AM. We get into bed and get up too late the next day. And a few people come. Not many. Its quiet, just like we like it. And calm. And then we just sit around all day long. Maybe go for a walk. Hit up a bar for a drink. It all goes by too quickly, and we forgot to get a picture of the food.

I was a bit bitter this year to learn that I made a huge mistake with the turkey. The recipe said turn the turkey. So I turned it around. It should have said FLIP the turkey! FLIP Martha Stewart! FLIP! I was wondering why the bottom just didn't cook. Oh well. I made a nice stock out of it.

Here's the pic I did get of it:


I hope everyone had as wonderful of a holiday as I did!

Finally Awake

One of the things I hate that people say is "Oh I am so busy, I just didn't have any time to do anything." Or my all time favorite "What HAVEn't I been doing?"

Yeah that second one really irritates me. A lot.

Anywho, I think the former irritates me because I tend to find myself overbooked in life. It just so happens that if I am doing something like THIS, then work gets really busy, and I am feeling all all-concentration-all-the-time. And what do I end up telling people? "Oh I am REALLY busy." It just sounds so dirty to me. And self-congratulatory.

That's what life had been like for me. And then I took five days off for Thanksgiving. And now that I feel all rested, now I want to write this thing again.

Funny.

And tonight I am going to write THREE posts. This is one of them. I am writing it first because it may be buried in the others, and this is the least important. Let's be honest. This is not really going anywhere.

And scene.

Sad Day

I really love acting. And this was a fun group of people to do it with.

Yes We Can

I got my wish. I cried tears of joy. Afraid that I would not make it home in time, I stopped in a bar in Union Square around ten o'clock. It seemed that within no time, the bar was going nuts. I stayed and waited for President Obama to speak. This country has waited over 200 years for that speech. I was not really surprised at how amazing it was. However, I was surprised at what happened as I went to get on the train after it: Hundreds of people were pouring into Union Square, screaming at the top of their lungs with joy. As people came into the area, they began screaming too. I just stayed and watched for at least 15 minutes. I have not seen anything like that. I can only hope that I should see that more...

Family

Tonight I spent an hour talking on the phone to my mom. It's been so long since we have chatted. Then I spent about 5 minutes looking at the same 4 photos of my niece's first Halloween pictures. She really could not be any cuter. It was a perfect evening.

I can't wait to go home for the Holidays!