They must be upgrading the system or something, but that’s fine I will both blog and paper journal.

Right now I am working on getting all my phones & my camera battery charged. Ms Moblog must be ready for anything.

It’s just started snowing, and maybe there will be some nice photo oops by morning. I dislike walking in the stuff, but I do like photographing it.

Tonight is also a hood night for a facial. CVS had a 75% off shelf last night, and I bought a couple of Neutrogena 14 day skin renewal kits, and some firming lotion for the face and neck . I also have the Lush Masque of Magnaminty; I always do my hands as well as my face.

Ladies believe me your hands give ip your age in a heart best. Check out the hands of any actress over 55. The face might look good, but the hands would most likely scare Freddy Krueger.

Speaking of Freddy did I tell you that I am going to Blood Manor’s Bloody Valentine next weekend? They’ve been running a Halloween event for a few years now. This year they are reopening for V-day, and this haunted venue addict is totally is frightfully delighted.

If you’re going to be in the NYC area next weekend you might want to consider it.

Okay, time for a hot bubble bath.

I shall return – quite soon actually.

Tonight I watched Laura for the umpteenth time. Gene Tierney is Laura Hunt, stunning 1940’s career gal. Vincent Price her three timing fiancée, and Clifton Webb as the older sophisticated writer who loves her to near death.

I have loved the film since seeing it on date when I was just nineteen. How I miss the old St. Marks Theatre.

After the film I paper journaled for a while. It helped me sort all the randomness floating around in my head.

Next up was two episodes of The Book Group. I love that absolutely mad brilliant show. You just have to watch one episode, and voilà instant addiction.

Okay time to get some rest.

You all come back now – you hear?

Slept in today, and that’s not easy for me anymore; so for this I am grateful to the great gods of slumber.

I’m at the local Hale & Hearty having Yukon Gold Potato soup & a Boylan Black Cherry soda.

Black Cherry soda always reminds me of my constantly dieting friend Muriel. She used to bake apples in diet black cherry soda. And they were delicious!

I’ll be meeting my friend Lara for dinner later, and needed a little something to hold me over.

She mentioned that some awards show would be on tonight, but I have no patience for those. I want the names of the winners flashed on the screen, so I can read them and move on. The endless speeches with celebs thanking their stylist & make-up guy irritate me. Okay so I’m being a kill joy – let’s move on.

It’s a little less cold than it was yesterday, and I caught some random photos as I strolled along Broadway. A full fledged photostroll it was not, but maybe I will get some more shots tomorrow morning.

The contest over at daytrippers has gotten a good response, so if you haven’t entered yet please do. There’s a link in the sidebar, and at least one in the post.

This past week a woman was killed in my neighborhood. A car hit her and then ran. When I read the article online, she was only identified by her age. And I wondered how many people were calling female friends and relatives that age, when they saw the article.

It makes you think. I’m sitting here quite hale & hearty at Hale & Hearty’s, but will I make it home tonight? Dunno. This coming Tuesday will mark 20 years since my brother left this plane of existence. He would have been 46 this past July. As you may or may not know I grew up in a household of five: My father Nick, his mother Josephine, his younger brother Peter, myself and my little brother Joseph. I’m the last one. The youngest Joe died first at 26, and Grandma the oldest was last at nearly ninety-three.

I remember my brother and I talking once about death. I said in passing that being older I would surely be the first to go. He began to cry – I will never forget how that made me feel. It was one of the moments when you realize how much you matter to others.

JD Salinger also left us this past week at age ninety-one. He was on my ‘if only I could meet anyone I wanted to list.’. Catcher in the Rye is an amazing book. I have always been glad that one was never adapted for the screen.

Just got a call from Lara, so let me get moving.

Hope you are all enjoying your Sundays.

Bathed, fed and stretched out on my futon like the Queen of the Upper West Side.

Using my Iphone because my Netbook is nearly seven feet away. Just got an email from a friend who needs a new phone. She asked if I use the Internet on my phone. Hmmm…a bit right?

Think I will finish up my writer’s magazines, and do some paper journaling.

Things tend to sort themselves out when I do.

Ciao for now.

It’s a rainy day in New York. I’ve been out photostrolling for the last couple of hours, nothing was holding this girl back today. I would have paddled a rowboat round town to get my photo fix.

Just finished a pineapple juice with chunks of the fresh fruit in it. My trusted fork speared every bit right up. I also had a veggie dish – my first meal of the day. It was delicious, but it’s gone and made me so drowsy.

Uncle Peter keeps coming to mind. Today would have been his 67th birthday. Last night I realized he’s gone nearly seven years. Just a little scary how quickly the turns round the sun go. Warp speed you know what I mean?

The couple at the next table is very very Aussie. He’s much older than his companion, and obviously dotes on her. I’m getting a kick out of how he hangs on her every word. If he leans any further over the table he will land in her entree. But them again that’s how it works doesn’t it.

Years ago an acquaintance lost a girl friend just about 30 years his junior. She was 19, and he sold everything to follow her to New York. She dropped him flat within a couple of months. His bubble was broken like I had never seen before. It put him in the hospital. Friends feared it would cost him his life. Finally one day I got him on the horn, and hollered at him good. It was just too much boo hop for just too long.

“Look I know you are all busted up that you lost your girl, but we both know that if she has been 46 instead of 19 you would be fine by now.

You just don’t have her to show off to your dopey middled aged pals!”

There was a moment of absolute silence. Suddenly I felt like the meanest person on earth. And then he laughed, then I began to laugh, and we laughed till we just about couldn’t breath.

Okay, gotta scoot.

Enjoy your Sundays.