Thursday, March 22, 2012

Amazing Vacay Cont.

Somehow I lost a day...probably having TOO much fun, if such a thing exists!! Yesterday was quite perfect. Fun in the morning with Sherry's 'littles' getting ready for school. Then...for a long and peaceful drive through the Connecticut woods along the river to the shoreline to meet up with dear friend, Kimberly.

We met at one of my favorite places - Peter Indorf Jewelers in Madison. I first met Peter when I was 21 and Kirk bought me an elegant and simple bracelet for my birthday. Peter later designed and created my engagement ring, our wedding bands, an anniversary ring and many other precious items over the years. This time I left with a gorgeous 22kt gold pendant with white and colored diamonds - part of his Cosmos collection. He inscribed FIVE! on the back to mark my cancerversary...what a treasure.

Kim and I continued on to Guilford to enjoy a lovely luncheon at Whitford's....thanks Peter and Sarah!!!!

A quiet and fun evening at home with Sherry and the girls.

Today...hanging with my favorite cousin, shopping, lunch and tonight dinner at Maine Seafood with Anne Marie, Gloria and Sophie....

Tomorrow - a visit with Auntie Pearl, lunch with Billy (my cousin and Sherry's big brother) and then a family dinner at Sherry's with everyone including baby Lila, Caden, Jessie, Doraine, Billy, Tim, Sherry, Makenzie, Ana and Briana!! Phew!!

Saturday brings me to Baltimore to spend time with David, DJ and Tyler.

My life is good!


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Location:Suffield, CT

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

First Day of Spring

Today is Jordan's 28th birthday. I think we have celebrated well. Fun dinners, cozy mornings, a movie, some TV time, walks in the neighborhood, a cocktail party, a trip to her museum, birthday luncheon with friends from work, a magnificent beyond words dinner at Blue Hills Stone Barns and, of course, presents!!!

Sad to leave my girl today, but excited to travel north to spend time with cousin Sherry in CT and to have time to see friends Anne Marie, et al and Kimberly. Will also have a visit with Auntie Pearl...eldest sister of my mom who is alive and kickin' at 90+!!

From there travelling south again to Baltimore to hang out with baby brother and his two adorable boys.

Vacation is wonderful!!


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Location:Brooklyn

Monday, March 19, 2012

Blue Hills at Stone Barns

I was initially skeptical when Jordan suggested this be the site for her birthday extravaganza dinner. I checked numerous online reviews and the whole thing sounded a bit too earthy for my tastes...especially the part about a lamb being carried through the dining room en route to the kitchen...now I realize the writer was either simply lying or it was wishful fantasy.

This place is nothing short of amazing. Set outside of Tarrytown, NY (one train stop south of where the protagonist of Mad Men lives), it is a beautiful organic farm. All kinds of local produce along with sheep, pigs, ducks, cows and geese.

We arrived shortly before sunset and had time for a leisurely walk to explore the environs. Jordan screeched at one point when she ventured too close to some chickens and a feisty hen flew up at her madly flapping her wings.

We were welcomed and ushered into a cavernous dining hall with exposed beams, huge windows and a million candles. The wait staff was the most superb I have ever encountered. Each one trained to answer our questions about the farm
and its history. Watching the wait staff throughout the 3+hour dinner service was like watching a finely choreographed dance performance. They glided effortlessly around the room and were tuned in to every nuance of each guest. Water and wine glasses were never without attention. When I returned from a trip to the ladies room a freshly folded napkin was at my place and someone was standing by to asist me to my seat.

We chose the eight course dinner. We were not disappointed. Each course presented was a piece of art though not in a silly or pretentious manner. The server introduced us to the ingredients that composed each dish. There is no menu though our initial server inquired about allergies or other dietary restrictions. We said we had none, though Jordan declared she was not game for organs.

I can't begin to describe, in detail, the fantastic nature of each offering. Jordan is creating a little diary of the meal and when she shares it with me, I will post about it.

Still waiting for Meredith to find time to show me how to post pix using Blogpress...today maybe. She is very busy finalizing her dissertation and preparing for a big conference later this week. In the Fall she begins her teaching career at Brown!

Anyway...it was an awesome way to celebrate my totally awesome daughter.

I was flat out exhausted as we arrived home well past midnight...late for an old lady such as myself. I actually fell asleep on the last of our three subway rides on the way home...today I am tired but happy!! Just don't ask me about the bill!!



Location:Hudson Valley

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Wow!!!

What an amazing day yesterday! The girls and I enjoyed some of our leftovers from dinner the night before for our lunch. Jordan and I headed out for mani/pedi's and the BEST chair massage I've ever had. Her nail salon boasts the same name as the one in LA that I frequent - " Polished". Unlike LA the women working there were Mexican and Korean...not a Vietnamese woman in sight!! I got to speak to the Korean lady (in my limited Korean) doing my nails and the Mexican lady (in my a bit more advanced Spanish)
doing Jordan's!! Jordan was very tolerant of my overly relational-ness!
We shopped, picked up laundry, and went to a nice neighborhood wine shop. We came home, prepared all the nibblies for our little cocktail party with Jordan's Smithie friends. Aria was missing, but it was lovely to hang out with Olga, Kashmira and Janet...love those gals.
They were so cute and fun and really seemed to love the bravelets I'd designed and made for each of them.
Today we headed out to a favorite restaraunt only to learn it had closed. We chanced upon a fun place with $3 mismosas and bloody mary's!!
On to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden which was amazing...pictures to follow when Meredith shows me how.
Tonight we are hanging at home and ordering in Indian Food...a perfect day!!


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Location:Brooklyn

Thursday, March 15, 2012

From the Big Apple

I arrived at the airport in plenty of time last night after enjoying a pleasurable dinner at Chin Chin with my best son. Was seated in a row (I always choose the aisle) next to a lovely and fascinating young woman from Encino. As women do, we shared our stories. She lost her mother to breast cancer when her mother was only
38!!

Our bond was immediate and we've made plans to meet up when we're both back home. I enjoy having some younger women friends and she may enjoy an older mom-like woman in her life.

I found it impossible to sleep even after two glasses of wine and 3mg of melatonin. I actually started to get agitated bordering on a panic attack (which I've experienced very rarely). Too tired to read, too anxious to focus on TV or a movie....unable to find a comfortable position...it was a long final two hours.

I honestly thought I was going to get sick or faint. Measured breathing and some focused self talk saved the day.

NO MORE RED EYE FLIGHTS FOR ME!!!

I arrived at JFK, found a cab and made my way to Leonard St in Williamsburg where a sleepy Jordan was up and waiting for me. I stayed up for a few hours, took a nap, ate a bit and spent the late morning/early afternoon with Meredith and Sprout. Had another rest and am relaxing in their sweet apartment. The girls will be home around 6:30-7 and then we'll figure out dinner.

So very happy to be here...but missing my pups.


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Location:Brooklyn

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

hmmm...

Well, I told the owner of ONE WEEK BATH that I would be blogging about my experiences with his team, his company, their products and their processes.

My initial experience with Matt and Jeff sent me over the moon.  I couldn't have been more thrilled and happy.  And so, on to step #2 - THE TECHNICAL WALK THROUGH.  This is about an hour long appointment in which the Project Manager (in this case, a gentlemen named Brian) comes to my home to look over the proposed project and make sure that ONE WEEK BATH really can accomplish everything we decided on in the design meeting.  I guess he is the 'make it happen' guy!

So, here I sit, anxiously awaiting his arrival.  One of the things I am a stickler about is being on time.  Ask any member of my family, any of my friends or the people with whom I work every day.  Starting on time is so important to me that I generally like to arrive ahead of schedule so as not to feel rushed or risk an unanticipated delay - which In LA traffic can occur anytime day or night.

I frequently 'bug' my colleagues at work to arrive for our consults about 15 minutes early and with our chart review already completed so we can make our 'game plan'.  We are not always successful in our endeavor but if we are delayed - one of us lets the patient or family waiting for us know what's going on and how quickly we can be with them.  We like to take as much time with each and every conference as the patient/family need and sometimes we are a loooooooong time. Generally, patients and families are most understanding.

So today I take a  break from the work day, deserting my work partner and rush home like a mad woman to arrive on time (EARLY) for my technical walk through.  30 minutes elapse and I grow increasingly anxious.  I call ONE WEEK BATH and get bounced around a bit by their voice mail system leaving a message one place -that I'm sure is wrong and reaching someone else who is off site and offers to call for me or give me the Project Manager's mobile number. I opted to call him myself.  Left a message on his mobile voice mail.  I call the office number again and speak to a nice man who does not offer me his name but shares it when I ask him.  Oscar offers to call Brian for me.  Brian calls back within minutes, all apologies stating that 'somehow this appointment did not make it into my blackberry".  I refrained from suggested he use the more reliable iPhone, but that's a different rant!  I did not refrain from letting him know that I have the confirmation email from Jennifer in the office.  I am meticulous about details and get teased (even by my intern at work) about my multi-colored file folders!  I think I learned this kind of organizational skill from my mom, but at least I CAN throw things away when no longer needed.  She saved EVERYTHING which I was reminded of when cleaning out her house 18 months ago. My daughter far surpasses ME in her organizational detail and "color codedness".

He's on the 405 near Sunset.  That means it could possible take two+ hours to get here.

I am disappointed.  Not a particularly auspicious Step #2.  Stay tuned....tick, tock.



PHEW!!  The day was SAVED by Brian.  Due to a little miscommunication Brian did not have me on his schedule for today.  When he called me and heard that I have been waiting for him, he stopped what he was doing and made the fastest trip EVER from the West Side to the Valley taking surface streets rather than the infamous 405!!  He's JUST as wonderful as the other two gentlemen.  Professional, courteous and smart.  The walk through gave me great confidence that everything will turn out perfectly from A - Z!!  WE made a few 'tweaks' in the plan - nothing big, but important nonetheless...like bringing outlets and toilets up to code.  I am SO excited!


Start date will be determined soon! 


THANKS ONE WEEK BATH - I STILL love you!!

silence...

Have not had time or energy of late to post...busy preparing for my two week New England adventure which starts tomorrow with a 'red eye' flight to JFK.  Will try to post during my travels OR may just 'stay in the moment' and write later on....

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

From Kirsten Kaae

This moving and thought provoking post is from Kirsten Kaae.  She posted this on October 16, 2011.  Her insights are profound and capture the realities of my daily work and my own life....

"The Pink Ribbon Blues essay “Every Silver Lining has a Cloud” touched my heart in many ways. I wholeheartedly agree that failure to acknowledge suffering from breast cancer disrespects and trivializes the plight of those who are dealing each day with its effects. Having worked as a hospice nurse for 23 years, I have seen the devastation cancer can cause to the mind, body, and spirit of those who are directly and indirectly affected. Yet, I have cared for many whom, when their cancer recurred, felt a profound sense of failure that they were somehow responsible that they, in the end, were unable to “beat”cancer.
Acknowledging suffering and despair is somehow viewed in this society as a failure. Yet, suffering is part of life. The poet Khalil Gibran talks plainly about the connectedness of joy and sorrow: “The deeper that sorrow carves your being, the more joy you can contain.” He says about joy and sorrow, that “they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.” So it is with breast cancer. Amidst the celebration of life is the ever present threat of re-occurring cancer, and perhaps the inescapable reality that one’s cancer is terminal, a cloud that will never go away.

The Monster In the Closet

In my work, I call the cloud of impending mortality, “the monster in the closet.” Reminiscent of that time in childhood when we couldn’t sleep because of a sinister monster lurking in the dark, the monster in the closet of anyone who is living with cancer is, of course, the fear inherent in knowing that cancer, for some, will result in death. When we were children, someone opened the closet door wide and turned on the light. Like magic, the monster was gone! Opening the closet door of cancer and turning on the light will not make this particular threat go away. Facing it, however, can diminish its power.
The monster analogy helps people to think about fear of the unknown and consider what may be gained or lost when one chooses, or not, to open that door and really look inside.
Choosing to open the closet door of terminal illness to acknowledge what it means for one’s life and death is a difficult choice to make. This choice is not made any easier by the lack of support for such decisions in a culture that tends to think in terms of survivorship. But the decision to open the door and consider one’s mortality has important consequences.
First, it takes energy to ignore and suppress an unwanted reality. The power of positive thinking is seductive in its proven worth. However, unless the reality of the potential life-threatening nature of cancer is acknowledged, positive thinking comes with a price tag called self-doubt. What if my positive thinking does not work? What if my cancer comes back anyway? Would that mean that I somehow failed? Would it mean that I did not “think positively” enough? Of course not, but keeping the door closed brings such questions.
Second, sometimes we are lulled into thinking that if we look our dread in the face and consider the “what ifs?” that we somehow bring something bad upon ourselves. Something as mundane as taking the snow tires off of the car might lead someone to believe she was singlehandedly responsible for causing an unseasonable blizzard! In the say way, facing the possibility of dying from cancer could seem as though a person had the power to bring a recurrence upon themselves. As a result, many people are encouraged to lock their fears away with the hope that avoiding them will make them less likely. We live in a strangely superstitious world.
Choosing to face the monster in the closet does not mean abandoning hope, giving up positive thinking, or (somehow) jeopardizing the outcome of treatment. After working for more than two decades with people at the end of life, I have seen that thinking about mortality is not morbid. It is prudent and affirming for many. Facing fears, asking the “what if” questions, gathering information, then making decisions and plans leave people feeling energized, relieved, and at peace. Facing the fear also diminishes the power it wields in one’s life.

What Else Might Keep Us From Wanting to Face What’s Next?

It isn’t easy to make the decision to acknowledge that one’s future is uncertain. Intense anxiety about facing what’s next can be almost immobilizing. I know. I’ve been there even though my monster is not breast cancer. Many people have visions of living to a ripe old age. The reality is that many of us don’t, and anxiety is a natural response when acknowledging that one’s life may be shorter than originally thought. Facing this anxiety with gentleness and honesty makes the feeling temporary. Then, we can go on to do what we need to do.
Many of us also have loved ones who may be invested in suppressing the truth about our prognosis. This too creates anxiety. After all, facing the mortality of those we love also forces us to consider our own lives, and our grief. Working with families in palliative care, I’ve seen that family members will often take their cues from the person affected most profoundly by the disease, even if it takes them some time to let the idea settle. Most will support open dialogue and even have a sense of relief when it is okay to talk about the future, and share the myriad thoughts and feelings that have to that point been left unspoken. Some people, however, do meet serious resistance from family members. If this happens, we may then have to decide whose comfort level needs honoring the most, and then act accordingly.
Those who have children at home may be especially hesitant about opening the closet door. The desire to protect our children from any harm and distress can be overpoweringly strong. As parents and grandparents it is our job to shield our children from harm. We bandage the scraped knee and fix the broken bicycle, but we cannot shield children from grief and loss. Nor should we.  Doing so, no matter how well intentioned, can cause children to feel isolated, overlooked, and excluded. We all deal better with what we know than with what we can only imagine. The imaginings of a child who senses something is wrong, but does not know exactly what it is, can be much scarier than any monster lurking in the closet. Children of all ages are remarkably wise and resilient and possess a degree of understanding far beyond their verbal capacity.

The Power of Facing What’s Next

I think often of one of my hospice families where an older woman was dying of liver failure. She lived with her husband, had family close by, and her two teen-aged granddaughters visited regularly. One day I asked her husband: “What have you told the kids?” He answered: “Nothing – we did not want them to get all upset.” My next question was: “Well, when DO you want them to get all upset?” Later that week we had a family meeting and the girls were encouraged to ask whatever questions they had. They had already sensed that their grandmother was dying, but they had not felt free to ask about it. Their main concerns were that she not suffer any pain or other distress, and they needed reassurance that their grandmother would know who they were even when she became unable to communicate. The two granddaughters started to spend more time with their grandmother, cooking meals, and chatting at her bedside. She had a peaceful death with all of her loved ones around her. Her son wrote to me and told me that seeing his daughters at his mother’s bedside as she died had, for him, been  “one of life’s beautiful moments.”
For those who live with terminal illness, facing that truth about what that means is understandably frightening. Yet it is empowering to be honest with ourselves and with those we love, and to plan for the future, no matter what it might bring. It gives a measure of control and enables us to live more freely and fully when we no longer spend precious energy suppressing or shutting away the reality od the hand we’ve been dealt.
Taking charge of our destiny by acknowledging the monster in the closet and making plans for the “What ifs” of life can lighten our hearts, strengthen our step, enrich and empower our entire being. By doing so we will not only honor our own reality, but also the lives of those who have moved on before us."


www.kirstenkaae.com

Monday, March 5, 2012

global face?

It has happened more than once or twice.  The first time was when I was about 12 or 13.  I went to babysit, for the first time, for a neighbor down the road.  I hadn't actually met the lady before.  We'd spoken on the phone to arrange the babysitting date and she'd been referred to me by another neighbor each of us knew well and trusted.  When I got to her door, she opened it, greeted me and then paused before inviting me into the house.

"I didn't know you were part Oriental," she said.  "I'm not." I replied.  (This was in the early 70's when no one knew we were supposed to say "Asian" instead of "Oriental".)

I spent a long time, after she and her husband left and after I got the two kids into bed, gazing at myself in their bathroom mirror.  Did I LOOK 'Oriental'??  I had very dark brown hair.  I wore it in a kind of boxy pixie cut.  I had a round face.  Were my eyes squinty?  I guess, sort of anyway.

Many, many years later while strolling around Little Tokyo in LA I had a similar reaction from a Japanese shopkeeper lady.  "Are you part Japanese?"  she queried.   This time I just said no, but that I wished I was!  My kids teased me about her remark.  Now my hair was blond (thanks to peroxide) but I still had that round face and I  guess....Asian looking eyes!


Yesterday while shopping at Ralph's (my local supermarket), the bag "girl" asked me if I was Russian.  Hunh??  "Uh...no, but I wish I was,"  I responded.  I asked her why she thought that.  She told me that she is Russian and she thought I looked like a Russian woman.  I smiled.  I figured maybe it was because I was buying a bottle of Ketel One (Russian vodka!!).


Do I have a global looking face?  No idea...but apparently others think so.



Sunday, March 4, 2012

not such a nice surprise

Had a very nice morning yesterday meeting up with friend (Sue) for coffee at a cute little espresso/gelato place in NOHO.  We had fun catching up with goings on in each others lives.  We reminisced fondly and with some angst about our dear friend Carol - who's one year anniversary of death is right around the corner.  We miss her terribly.


It was so nice and relaxing until I glanced out the window and saw that my parking meter had expired and YES (!!) there was a ticket on my windshield.  I missed re-filling the meter by FIVE minutes!!

So - it turned into a very expensive cup of coffee...$58, plus the $3.25 for the coffee itself!  UGH.


Saturday, March 3, 2012

it's in the stars...


"Saturday, Mar 3, 2012 -- You're riding a powerful emotional surge today as your key planet Mars engages in a tug of war with the immutable Sun. Although you may believe that your passions are worth fighting for now, your current subjectivity can warp your perspective so you don't see what's actually happening in a close relationship. Instead of raising the stakes in a conflict, it's smarter to agree to disagree. Revisit the issue in a few days when your feelings are not clouding reality."


This is my 'horoscope' for today. I don't really believe in astrology but I do find it fascinating.  I had the opportunity this week to spend a significant amount of time with a completely charming 85 year old woman.  She is gifted, highly educated, extremely well traveled and has lived a life worthy of envy.  She is knowledgeable about so many things and among them - astrology. She schooled me for hours about suns rising or moons rising or something converging with something else.  I didn't really take in all that she was telling me. I mostly just enjoyed her enthusiasm and the breadth and depth of her knowledge about this subject.

And so, I checked my forecast for today...I am chided in the above horoscope that my "current subjectivity can warp my perspective'.  Well...so true.  I figure one's subjectivity ALWAYS 'warps' one's perspective.  But it sounds like I am meant to 'lay low' today and not get emotional about some relationship in which I am involved.  Telling ME not to get EMOTIONAL is a bit like telling me not to breathe.  Not breathing may, in fact, be easier.



Thursday, March 1, 2012

trains, planes and automobiles

I am getting very excited about my upcoming East Coast whirlwind tour.  I leave in 13 days!!  I'll be flying into JFK to celebrate Jordan's 28th birthday.  We have a lovely and extravagant dinner planned for just the three of us (Jordan, Meredith and me!) and hopefully a cocktail party with her friends which we will host at Casa "Bak-Smith" or is it "Smith-Bak"??

On the 20th I will take Amtrak from Grand Central to Hartford, CT and stay with my sweet cousin, Sherry, and her darling family.  They live in Suffield and it is so pretty there.  I'll be there for five days which will give me time to visit with college friend, Anne Marie who lives in Florence, MA and long time dear friend, Kimberly in Farmington, CT.  Would LOVE to visit other friends in RI, but not sure that this trip will have enough time to do it all.

From CT I'll fly to Baltimore to hang out with my best baby brother and my two hilariously sweet nephews.  I'll also re-connect with two crazy gals from my Sierra Club trip to Tuscany.  They live in the DC Metro area.

Cannot wait!!