Last night I received the impossibly sad news that my friend Laurie has died. I am still reeling and can hardly believe it. She was the funniest, warmest person I knew. And oh, she loved Sam. Whenever she was down she would ask for a Sam story to cheer her up. She was also my knitting pattern line’s #1 fan.
Laurie loved movies. We went out at least once or twice a year to Cinefamily (formerly the Silent Movie Theatre, aka where I got married), and to the Egyptian Theatre for the American Cinematheque’s Noir festival. This is the first year we missed it.
I feel like there is a hole in my chest.
Because life goes on, I will also blog about the stuff I was planning to write about.
I finished sewing this in time for my friend Jim’s wedding:
100 Acts of Sewing Dress No. 1
I swear that huge wrinkle didn’t really show in person, and the pocket is sewn on evenly.
I flew to New York BY MYSELF overnight last Wednesday-Thursday. I bought a SIX DOLLAR MOCHA at JFK, then took the AirTrain to the A train and rode into Manhattan. I got off in the village and had breakfast with my dear friend Nova, then walked to the 1/9 and went up to Lincoln Center.
Lincoln Center, aka my favorite place on earth
Tiny Amy met me there and we wandered up Amsterdam to 72nd street, where we got some amazing falafel at Soom Soom Vegetarian Bar. Then I headed to Grand Central Terminal and took a commuter train up the river.
View of the Hudson River from Metro-North near Sing Sing Penitentiary.
I spent the long weekend with my mom. This is the first time I’ve been childfree since Sam was born, and the first time I’ve ever been away from Grace. The first night I slept twelve and a half hours (though to be fair, I’d only slept about two hours on the airplane).
It was nice to be back in Woodstock.
In my grief and confusion today, I did not know what to do with myself. So naturally I signed up for Pottermore to get sorted.
HUFFLEPUFF, BITCHES. Common room next to the KITCHEN.
This is so appropriate that I cannot even.