Sunday, January 7, 2018
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
It was a rotten spring, an interesting summer, a pretty good fall, an excellent December, and a near-perfect Christmas. Something is due to go wrong again any minute, but for now we're going to eat, drink, play, sing, hug, smile, and call it a win.
Friday, December 22, 2017
We finished the photo shoot yesterday afternoon. I made the composite pic yesterday evening, then wrote the newsletter last night until 2am.
I procrastinate, but I can hit a deadline.
Newsletter is here: TarpStreetJournal.com
More about the photo here.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
I flew to Grand Cayman for a job interview.
This is the airport.
This is downtown.
I learned to drive on the left side of the road.
This is the ocean.
This is me in the hot tub...by myself...but...still.
I got the job. (I'll be based in NYC.)
I got the final layouts for How to Become a Knight, and the final cover art for Three Grumpy Trucks. Can't show either yet.
I had a great weekend back in NYC, including dinner at home on Friday night, a trip to Chinatown on Saturday (including trying sesame-flavored ice cream--not bad), and a cold run in the park today to make me realize I'm not in Cayman any more.
I'm picking up Samuel from college on Tuesday, and we're going to close out 2017 on a high note.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
We met for BBQ in Greenwich Village. She has a heart that could melt a glacier, and every time she smiles at me I believe the world is good.
After dinner we walked the streets of Greenwich Village in the cold December air, past the sex shops and tattoo parlors and pizza-by-the-slice joints. An indie film theater was showing "It's a Wonderful Life." It started in ten minutes.
For the next two hours we sat next to each other in the darkness, holding hands, and watched a story about the importance of being grateful for all that we've been given.
When the lights finally came back up, she squeezed my hand and smiled, and I wanted to lasso the moon for her.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
I'm not bragging, but the luxury condo at the end of the block has wilted flowers in its planters. Meanwhile, 139 is all dressed up for the holidays. (And, yes, we say "holidays" on the Upper West Side because we don't believe religion is a competition.)
Last night I strung the lights with the help of the little girls from upstairs.
They helped by unwinding the strands and testing them like jump ropes.
All strands passed the jump rope test.
I had one strand left, so I brought it inside and put it on our own little Christmas tree. (Yes, we do call it a Christmas tree, even on the Upper West Side.)
We are ready for some holiday love and cheer.