Now where did we leave off....
that's right! Poor puppies. As it turns out, the Tulsa police have charged two boys with dousing poor Melody with some kind of gasoline and setting her afire. Can we go back to Hammurabi's Code and do that eye-for-an-eye thing? Sometimes, for such depravity and cowardice, the only solution is to do unto others, no? Well, best of luck to those boys--too bad psychiatry has such a stigma otherwise they'd be getting what they need to not act in such an inhuman manner again.
July 4th was lovely! In a most American manner, Shenan, Alex, and I made big fat steaks, baked potatoes, and salad with some cold ones and watched the Macy's Fireworks on the East River from their 26 floor apartment. It was the first true fireworks display I've seen in New York that was unobstructed by towering buildings. And because we were so high up, we could see far into Queens and Brooklyn where they were having their own fireworks display. It was too cool to see large sparkles of light in the distance. And watching from atop a high-rise is definitely the way to do it. I won't venture to the crowded East River to stand with smelly people in 80°+ weather craning my neck which happens to sit upon my petite frame, trying to see fireworks through clouds of smoke and large heads. Last year, in Texas, I saw a rather nice fireworks display sitting on the meridian of a street. Since Texas is rather flat, you get a perfect view of everything and those Texans, they love them some America. But there's just something about being in New York--our nation's first capital where George Washington was sworn in as our first president in 1789 (before the capital was moved to Philadelphia in 1791 and finally DC, June 11, 1800).
It finally feels like summer and thank the rain gods for making the weekends clear and sunny (unlike last year when each weekend was marred by rain, rain, rain). This calls for a trip to the beach this weekend for sun and pretty people running around half naked in swimsuits. I'm getting a tan if it means sitting out for 6 hours--that reminds me of my birthday in 1996 when I did sit out on Bellow's Beach (yes, Hawaii!) for 6 hours and got me a very bad burn that tanned me for a good 2 years. I peeled like a reptile and slithered back to Stanford ooo-ing and ouch-ing on the plane ride as those seat covers aren't made of silk or satin. Whatever that pilled material is, it doesn't do much to soothe a burn. Mental note: do not get burned; sun is good, but all things in moderation. You can always go back out to the beach again this summer. And I don't live 5 blocks from Central Park for nothing--while everyone scurries to the Hamptons this weekend, I can sit in the Park.
July 4th was lovely! In a most American manner, Shenan, Alex, and I made big fat steaks, baked potatoes, and salad with some cold ones and watched the Macy's Fireworks on the East River from their 26 floor apartment. It was the first true fireworks display I've seen in New York that was unobstructed by towering buildings. And because we were so high up, we could see far into Queens and Brooklyn where they were having their own fireworks display. It was too cool to see large sparkles of light in the distance. And watching from atop a high-rise is definitely the way to do it. I won't venture to the crowded East River to stand with smelly people in 80°+ weather craning my neck which happens to sit upon my petite frame, trying to see fireworks through clouds of smoke and large heads. Last year, in Texas, I saw a rather nice fireworks display sitting on the meridian of a street. Since Texas is rather flat, you get a perfect view of everything and those Texans, they love them some America. But there's just something about being in New York--our nation's first capital where George Washington was sworn in as our first president in 1789 (before the capital was moved to Philadelphia in 1791 and finally DC, June 11, 1800).
It finally feels like summer and thank the rain gods for making the weekends clear and sunny (unlike last year when each weekend was marred by rain, rain, rain). This calls for a trip to the beach this weekend for sun and pretty people running around half naked in swimsuits. I'm getting a tan if it means sitting out for 6 hours--that reminds me of my birthday in 1996 when I did sit out on Bellow's Beach (yes, Hawaii!) for 6 hours and got me a very bad burn that tanned me for a good 2 years. I peeled like a reptile and slithered back to Stanford ooo-ing and ouch-ing on the plane ride as those seat covers aren't made of silk or satin. Whatever that pilled material is, it doesn't do much to soothe a burn. Mental note: do not get burned; sun is good, but all things in moderation. You can always go back out to the beach again this summer. And I don't live 5 blocks from Central Park for nothing--while everyone scurries to the Hamptons this weekend, I can sit in the Park.
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