Monday, July 31, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Friday
I spoke to Annie on Wednesday, today she is going to ride her horse bareback while it swims in the lake. What an experience that will be.
Tomorrow David and I make one more trip to New Hampshire to pick up our baby girl and bring her home. We'll stay the night and return Sunday. Blog resumes Monday. Love, Katie
Tomorrow David and I make one more trip to New Hampshire to pick up our baby girl and bring her home. We'll stay the night and return Sunday. Blog resumes Monday. Love, Katie
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Me and the "Stang"
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Lioness Roars
For her birthday she received phone calls and emails from faraway friends, and from her family. She was embraced by her husband, by the Korean grocer, the women at the beauty salon, and by a stranger on 23rd Street. She ate steak and salad and drank champagne late into the night on an 80-foot sailboat while quietly cruising the river past the Manhattan skyline. She is loved and satisfied and she gives thanks.
Heil Kitler
"Does your cat look like Adolf Hitler? Do you wake up in a cold sweat every night wondering if he's going to up and invade Poland? Does he keep putting his right paw in the air while making a noise that sounds suspiciously like "Sieg Miaow"? If so, this is the website for you."
Tai forwarded me the link to this unusual site, and I'm sure she'll remember my own childhood cat, Caboodle (pictured here). Thankfully, he was just a mere runner-up for a Hitler look-alike and not the real deal.
Click on title or go to: www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com
Tai forwarded me the link to this unusual site, and I'm sure she'll remember my own childhood cat, Caboodle (pictured here). Thankfully, he was just a mere runner-up for a Hitler look-alike and not the real deal.
Click on title or go to: www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com
Kitchen Window Papparazzo
When you live in New York City you see a lot of things. Buddhist monks driving SUVs, old men climbing trees to rescue wounded birds, and ladies in stiletto heels pushing poodles in baby strollers. Outside my kitchen window, on any given day, I may see psychosexual therapist Dr. Ruth strolling down the street, or actor Lawrence Fishburn heading to the corner health food store. I will also inevitably witness the drummer from Blue Oyster Cult shuttling his drums back and forth from the apartment to the car.
I was never a big fan of the band, and I don’t make a habit of snapping photos while cooking dinner, but come on, who didn’t rock out to “Don't Fear the Reaper” just once?
I was never a big fan of the band, and I don’t make a habit of snapping photos while cooking dinner, but come on, who didn’t rock out to “Don't Fear the Reaper” just once?
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Happy Birthday!
I'm Telling
First kiss: 14 years old, Hollywood, California, "It Keeps You Running" by the Doobie Brothers on the stereo.
First kiss in a car: 14 years old, in front of my house in Los Angeles, "How Deep Is Your Love" by the Bee Gees on the radio.
First kiss with a foreigner: 14 years old, in the back row of the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Blvd. while "Star Wars" was showing.
First kiss away from home, 16 years old, “Camp 6, ”Yosemite, California.
First kiss with a rocker: 17 years old, Greek Theatre, Los Angeles, California, Chaka Khan was performing.
First kiss with a union man: 17 years old, Furnace Creek Ranch, Death Valley, California.
First kiss in water, 19 years old, Catalina Island, California.
First kiss out of my teens, 20 years old, Delaware Street, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with a university student, 20 years old, Jesse Street, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with a jazz musician, 21 years old, The Village Vanguard, New York City, NY.
First kiss with a Spaniard, 21 years old, Malaga, Spain.
First kiss with a world-famous chef, 22 years old, West Cliff Drive, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with the father of my child, 25 years old, Broadway and 81st Street, New York City, NY.
First kiss in a car: 14 years old, in front of my house in Los Angeles, "How Deep Is Your Love" by the Bee Gees on the radio.
First kiss with a foreigner: 14 years old, in the back row of the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Blvd. while "Star Wars" was showing.
First kiss away from home, 16 years old, “Camp 6, ”Yosemite, California.
First kiss with a rocker: 17 years old, Greek Theatre, Los Angeles, California, Chaka Khan was performing.
First kiss with a union man: 17 years old, Furnace Creek Ranch, Death Valley, California.
First kiss in water, 19 years old, Catalina Island, California.
First kiss out of my teens, 20 years old, Delaware Street, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with a university student, 20 years old, Jesse Street, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with a jazz musician, 21 years old, The Village Vanguard, New York City, NY.
First kiss with a Spaniard, 21 years old, Malaga, Spain.
First kiss with a world-famous chef, 22 years old, West Cliff Drive, Santa Cruz, California.
First kiss with the father of my child, 25 years old, Broadway and 81st Street, New York City, NY.
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On July 26th...
And Then...
...We moved to St. Marks Place on the Lower East Side. Since we all need a good, "We were so poor" story, there was no money for a crib when my parents took me home from the hospital, so I slept in a dresser drawer.
When I was two, we moved to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn near Coney Island. In the summertime, when it was too hot to sleep, my mother would take me to the playground at 4 a.m. and push me on the swings for hours.
When I was two, we moved to Brighton Beach in Brooklyn near Coney Island. In the summertime, when it was too hot to sleep, my mother would take me to the playground at 4 a.m. and push me on the swings for hours.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Changing Lanes
Life has changed so dramatically for me in the past months, and although it is, at times painfully uncomfortable, I suppose if one allows it, it is what happens. When I was 25 I was focused solely on romance, when I was 26 it was about partnership and marriage. When I was 32 my life became about the loss of my father, and at 34 it was about being a mother, and that's all I wanted for a very long time. But when your only child gets to an age where she can bathe herself, sleep away from home and write her own poetry, if you weren’t paying attention to your life before, you have no choice but to pay attention now. Well, I suppose you have a choice, but eventually the knocking gets so loud that you either ignore it, or you open the door to see what’s there. I'm looking, and my God is there a lot to see.
Listening to at the Moment ...
From "Overheard in New York..."
Conductor: "All right, people, there are six hundred feet of train. Let's try to use more than one door, please."
Tourist: "Well that was rude." --Downtown F train, 42nd St
Katie's Comment: And where might these tourists be from that they would find this rude? I know, Santa Cruz! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Tourist: "Well that was rude." --Downtown F train, 42nd St
Katie's Comment: And where might these tourists be from that they would find this rude? I know, Santa Cruz! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
Monday, July 24, 2006
My Girl
Filming from the Dashboard
Here's something I put together this morning from my recent trip to New England. Volume up.
Solcircle Tonight in Santa Cruz
I know there's at least one reader of this blog from Santa Cruz, but if there are more, then to all of you, check out Solcirlce tonight and every Monday night through August at the E3 Playhouse. Tell the sax player I sent you and receive a gift from the "Half Note." It should be some seriously Special Fun.
Click on title for more info.
Click on title for more info.
Weekend
When Annie and I arrived at the bed & breakfast in Brattleboro, VT., I put her in the big bathtub and bathed her for almost an hour. Because of our 2 weeks apart, and because we had nothing else we needed to do, the bath became a time for us to connect and just be with each other. It reminded me of when she was a baby, when all of my focus was on her and nothing else in the world mattered.
Her bunk
With friend & counselors
Post bath at the B&B.
Her bunk
With friend & counselors
Post bath at the B&B.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Oakley Speaks
It’s too dark to see, but listen to Oakley's reaction when I come into the barn after leaving him for about 12 seconds. I like to believe he loves me, but the truth is, he's just co-dependent. Make sure your volume is turned up enough to hear, but not too high or the obnoxious baby voice I sometimes speak to him with may damage your hearing forever. (I try to control it, I really do.)
Just Can't Wait
Oakley Waits 4 Me
One way Oakley and I are alike is that we both love attention and if we aren't getting it when we want it, we become agitated and impatient. Since I don't have a video of myself in this state, here Oakley demonstrates my point.
One way Oakley and I are alike is that we both love attention and if we aren't getting it when we want it, we become agitated and impatient. Since I don't have a video of myself in this state, here Oakley demonstrates my point.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Happiness!
I spoke to Annie yesterday and she was wonderful! She was joyful and loving and adorable and funny and expressive and I am just so damn in love with that kid!
Last week, as I mentioned before, we received several heart-breaking letters from her as well as one phone call that began with a wave of homesick tears. But week two in New Hampshire has been a great one for Miss Annie. She's made a bunch of friends and has learned to canter on her horse, a huge step since she has, up until now, been a rather timid rider. On the phone yesterday she had only glowing things to say about her experience, and it lifted my spirits like you wouldn't believe. This coming Saturday is visiting day for parents whose kids are staying longer than 2 weeks, so although David can't make it, I’ll drive up myself, hang out and watch her ride, then she'll spend the night with me at a B&B, and on Sunday morning I’ll drop her off at the camp and head back to the city. (And I won't have to listen to David's Glitter Rock CD!)
I can't wait to see my little girl. I can't wait to take her to dinner, give her a bath, curl up in bed, cuddle with her, turn on a movie, read to her, sing to her, watch her fall asleep, whatever. I can't wait.
Last week, as I mentioned before, we received several heart-breaking letters from her as well as one phone call that began with a wave of homesick tears. But week two in New Hampshire has been a great one for Miss Annie. She's made a bunch of friends and has learned to canter on her horse, a huge step since she has, up until now, been a rather timid rider. On the phone yesterday she had only glowing things to say about her experience, and it lifted my spirits like you wouldn't believe. This coming Saturday is visiting day for parents whose kids are staying longer than 2 weeks, so although David can't make it, I’ll drive up myself, hang out and watch her ride, then she'll spend the night with me at a B&B, and on Sunday morning I’ll drop her off at the camp and head back to the city. (And I won't have to listen to David's Glitter Rock CD!)
I can't wait to see my little girl. I can't wait to take her to dinner, give her a bath, curl up in bed, cuddle with her, turn on a movie, read to her, sing to her, watch her fall asleep, whatever. I can't wait.
Leo Horoscope for July 20th by Rob Brezny
The Hebrew word "shalom" is both a hello infused with a goodbye and a goodbye leavened with a hello. That's why it would be wise and fun for you to make it your word of power in the coming days. You'll be spinning through a transitional zone in which it won't always be clear which direction is up. You'll be coming and going simultaneously, embarking on new journeys and ending old ones. Whenever you say "shalom," whether it's a greeting to someone else or a mantra uttered in solitude, you'll remind yourself that the threshold you're in is pregnant with a thousand possibilities.
Gotta Fly, Literally.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Sugar & Spice
I didn't want a conventional birth announcement when Annie was born, and since I always thought that having a baby inside me was a mysterious and rather alien occurrence, I thought it fitting to have Dr. Frankenstein spread the news of her arrival. I like the graphics from the old monster movies, and I think David did a pretty decent job with his freehand. David is a big Warner Brothers cartoon fan and it was his idea to have the card open to reveal a cute little baby peaking out from a blanket, an illustration by one of his favorite animators, Chuck Jones. Click to see.
From "Overheard in New York..."
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