I put a bid in on an apartment this past Monday. It was declined and I put another in this morning. Fingers crossed they accept. Truth is, the apartment is part of an estate and I fear the lawyers aren’t motivated to sell. I love it though and hope against hope they accept my offer. We’ll find out soon enough.
If my bid is accepted, I’ll have to go before a COOP board for approval. I’m starting to feel like I’m competing in a Miss America contest. A friend that is a lawyer tells me I’ll have to dress accordingly. My best jewelry but not too much. Expensive shoes would help. The board can be rigid and judgmental. I’m not sure if the aerial view of my finances will pass muster. This board already declined two others before me.
After the apartment fell through a few weeks ago, I knew I needed to get serious. This past October I finally bit the bullet and found a realtor named Hugh. My dream is to move and if I don’t take the time to make it happen, it won’t. So, Hugh and I have been meeting on afternoons after I jump off planes or on weekends. He’s shown me a number of apartments. They vary in size and location. Some allow pets, some don’t. In the end, I know immediately after I walk in if the apartment is right or not. This one needs to be renovated but I’m excited with the possibilities it holds.
I took the new job and it’s been a whirlwind since. Travel, which has always been a part of my job, remains so if not even more. I know, you didn’t think that was possible did you? I’m visiting all of the odd spots in the US and then some! Still, I’m up to the challenge and loving it. I needed the change and know that in a few months I will be able to harness my schedule to work on that life balance thing I seem to have so much trouble with!
Yesterday, I had an acupuncture and then massage appointment. Luxurious sounding but a micro tear in my rotator cuff and pain from what I’ve been told is tennis elbow have me in physical therapy two days a week. Overcompensation for the Lymphedema in my right arm has harmed my left. I hadn’t even imagined this was a possibility in my future and yet I am told it is quite common. It was a kayaking trip over the summer that was the final straw. I ignored the pain for two months hoping to “power through” it. Surprise, surprise, that plan didn’t work.
I saw a shoulder and elbow man in the beginning of September and he is the one who put me into physical therapy. It’s amazing what targeted exercise will do. The acupuncture and massages are supplemental in helping me mend. I admit, all of this has added a special challenge to my schedule as I’m always coming and going with these appointments in mind. The effort is paying off as my arm is feeling so much better.
After my massage, I went to Central Park to see how autumn was coming along. I imagine after tonight’s frost it will be much further along. As of yesterday, the rust colors I so love weren’t that visible.
It was a beautiful day even without the rusts.
I almost bought an apartment this week.
It was filled with charm and I was smitten. I fell in love with the location, north of the city but not too north. I could keep my doctors, friends and my hairdresser as they would still be a quick drive into Manhattan. Yes, keeping my support team is very important. Everything was perfect until we came down to the finances. The building was poorly run and the largest investment of my life would begin on an ice patch. I wasn’t prepared for that and let go of my charming dream. The silver lining is I now know the area I like. There will be other apartments. I am disappointed but relieved it was only time I had invested.
In the meantime, my banker is good to go and I now have a real estate lawyer. My confidence is a bit stronger too. When I pull the trigger next time my team will be in place. I’ll also like to hear any tales you’d want to share in the real estate vein.
I was promoted yesterday. It’s a position that has been newly developed which is exciting and frightening as there is no one to follow in the footsteps of. Career bushwhacking through unknown terrain. I won’t know for a while if my decisions are right or wrong. Instead, the days ahead will be a bit like an amusement park ride. Hang on tight, scream a bit in fear now and then…. of course have fun while doing so. I’m very excited.
Hoping you all had a wonderful summer.
There’s a book titled A Summer’s Day by Joel Meyerowitz. It’s filled with casual photographs of his summer home taken with his Deardorff camera in the 1970’s and 1980’s. The Deardorff is a rather cumbersome 4×5 film camera used by few these days. When I page through the book I can almost taste the salty sea air and yes, I am reminded of many of my own summer days along the shores of Long Island.
I think that book must have been my inspiration as I photographed our vacation home in the Berkshires weeks ago. My father needs a lot of naps and so quiet hours were enforced. Most of our little group read but I roamed the house and photographed the quiet corners. A quest in capturing the details of a wonderful time in our lives. I used a Polaroid Land Camera which proved to be a bit tricky too. Snap and wait to develop. That ritual had it’s own zen quality to it which I think added a calming element I hadn’t expected.
This was the year we had to watch for my father. Fainting spells the month prior had us using more focused eyes when it came to his strength. Admittedly, we messed up one afternoon when each other had thought he was slathered in sun screen. He subscribes to the old adage that real men don’t wear lotion. A small detail we had forgotten. He sat one afternoon on the dock as we swam in the lake. Completely covered except for his hands, they slowly baked in the sun. I was horrified that night by the sight of them. They have since healed.
I returned home a week later and then work took over with a rip tide effect. Swept out to sea is what I’ve been for the past few weeks.
Way back in May I sneezed. There were repercussions.
My chiropractor said it effected vertebra 1 and 2. I had a headaches that felt like my brain was freezing. It would happen randomly. I’d be walking up stairs from the subway and bam… brain freeze. She adjusted me a few times and the brain numbness went away but three of my fingers and part of my arm would tingle towards numbness. This happened often throughout the day and at times woke me in the night. I would talk about it and that dreadful sneeze. I hold the back of my neck now when I feel one coming on.
I knew more should be done so I called in the big guns. Well, not exactly but I broadened my care to another practice. Last weekend, I met up with my acupuncturist at Sloan. He said something must be leaning on a nerve. While he was at it he thought he’d get the lymph moving too for my arm. He did his magic sticking me with needles here there and everywhere. I fell into a mellow state as I lay on the table. By the time I left, a two year old could have mugged me. I was that relaxed. I’m not sure that is the best analogy but I think you get my drift.
As I departed my doctor said to go back to the chiropractor for another adjustment and I did the next day.
Crack, snapple, pop…. the sensations are just about abated which is perfect timing. I’m leaving for vacation tomorrow!
We’re headed up to the little house on the lake. Our yearly family get together with all of my siblings, nieces and father gathered in one place. This is the week when we talk about what we are bringing. Planning, we’re all into the planning. This year we’re staying close to the house. My Dad has had dizzy spells and we know we can’t wear him out. We’re fine with this as it gives us an excuse to do nothing. I’m bringing art supplies that are encased in dust. It’s time to sketch and paint again… maybe even write a few extra posts!
Last Sunday my neighborhood was filled with rain, rainbows and love. The Gay Pride Parade marches past my block here in Chelsea. This year it was particularly joyful.
June was a delightful month. I made an effort to keep my work and life in balance by not traveling I even played hooky for an afternoon and took off for the beach. I met up with my friend Vita and we drove out to her cabana by the ocean.
When I first started working my mother and her siblings used to meet at the beach every Friday afternoon. They’d gather under a purple umbrella along the edge of the shore at Field 5. Anyone was welcome to meet them there. In the cooler was extra food and under the umbrella, extra towels. Many a Friday I wore my bathing suit under my work clothes. If I was going to escape, not a moment was going to be wasted changing clothes. I can’t tell you how many times I walked across a sandy hot beach in a work dress headed for the purple umbrella. In a matter of seconds I’d peel that dress off to my beach attire underneath. Afternoons like that were perfect.
This past Monday was kind of perfect too. I didn’t wear work clothes to the beach but I had my suit on.
I’m back on the road again come Monday. A big sigh from me. Still, it was heavenly just sleeping in my own bed every night.