My pitas page

the heather blazing
in an attempt to not be wasteful, a challenge i have set out for myself is to read every (non-reference) book we have in the house instead of buying new books and leaving others on the shleves to languish, unread or at least untried. i at least have to give each book the 50-page benefit of the doubt before deciding to plunge onward or that it's just not for me. first book in this effort is "the heather blazing" by colm toibin. i'm 100+ pages in but i still don't get why everyone thinks he's a great writer. i am probably missing something but there you have it for now.

fall weekends
all of a sudden life is pretty much back to normal. why is summer so hectic when they're called the "lazy days of..."? anyway, this weekend was so perfect. friday night was pizza and tv and dogpark. saturday was yoga (which kicked my ASS by the way), big long walks with the pooch, major apartment cleaning, and "bottle rocket" (funny). sunday saw me and baci take our first run together in central park--she could only focus for so long but it was a good start--brunch at the renaissance, a big long nap in the afternoon, and a tapas and white wine dinner with the returning honeymooners. i love living in this freaking city. and now it's monday, which i am trying not to think about. likely you're right there with me.

why the nyt can sometimes rock
the super-snotty opening line of the third paragraph. take THAT dubya!

this is good too
now the only person on the planet who hasn't read "the corrections" is c. this is not as good as "the little friend", and while i hated all the characters before page 100, by the time i hit page 400 i liked them all and was rooting for each in their own unique way. a good read if you've got the time to wade through a book this size. it helped that i was on planes four times inside of two weeks.

recommended reading
i tend to read all the bestsellers long after they make it into paperback. being in the book biz, i scoff at the idea of buying hardcover--isn't that bad? the little friend by donna tartt is a fab book. a must-read. run don't walk and all that...

anxious
so our dog has separation anxiety. i guess we should have figured this out sooner, but reading this info here was like someone switched a lightbulb on in my head. she has every single one of these symptoms. so we're starting these exercises to see if we can get her calmed down now that c and i are back and not going on any more trips without her anytime soon. we also got her a new metal crate last night and practiced closing her in there both when we were in the apartment and when we were gone for a few minutes. she's not the biggest fan, but she did ok for a first-timer. we put her back in there this morning before we left for work and now i myself am anxiously awating the dogwalker's call later on to see what she finds when she gets to our place. it would not surprise me in the least if baci figures out how to get out. but i hope to god she doesn't, cause if this containment method doesn't work i don't know what we're going to do. wish us luck!

n + h 4-evah
it is so nice when two people who have been through better or worse, richer and poorer finally decide to make it all legal with their loved ones close by. wedding this weekend in maine was so lovely--good dancing and a great time hanging out with people you never get to have enough time with otherwise. and the sunday morning pancake breakfast = classic.

peak's island
where we'll be this weekend. yum!

back again, back again
and soon heading off to maine for a wedding. eek. in the meantime--ireland was wonderful. it's time to think yet again about living abroad. and we came home to a very hyper puppy who had figured out how to open bedroom and bathroom doors while we were away. i'd say hilarity ensued....but it didn't. i am feeling like a terrible parent. hopefully she won't be able to figure out our latest mechanisms for foiling her exploring/chewing gene.