Aegean Blue
This is the color we’ve chosen for the powder room.

Peaceful blue, with just a hint of green.  A little less blue than robin’s egg, a little deeper than Tiffany blue.

It took nearly two dozen paint samples and several hours of deliberation.  I selected the stain for the floors in the entire house in minutes.  Why was this one tiny room so difficult?

And how will I ever make a decision on the living room?

It’s so easy to start second-guessing.  I need to go with my instincts.

I am seriously considering getting the boys a kitten.

Have I lost my mind?

I’d love for them to get to name a pet, experience kittenish fun, and have it grow up along with them.

Secretly, see, I want a dog! But a cat would be low maintenance, comparatively, especially since we’ve got two already.

After losing Zevo earlier this year, the ratio of humans to cats has gone from 2:1 to 3:1, and it feels off.

It doesn’t help that friends keep posting and e-mailing about the strays they’re fostering who need homes. Like Space Kitten:

Space Kitten

I haven’t had a kitten for almost 20 years. Might be fun.

I would like to start posting more regularly.

Because I love having a record of what I’ve been up to.

Like, for example, when construction began on the wall to enclose our first floor hallway powder room.

Three years ago.

As I explained at the time, I had to call a halt because the FIL had instructed the carpenters to put the wall in the wrong place – too far out, making the bathroom more spacious but the stairwell too close for comfort, just where the run ends and you have to turn left to exit into the living room. It worked for the FIL, a smallish fellow, but for largish me? No way, no how.

The carpenter didn’t want to cross the FIL, and I didn’t want to cross the carpenter, but I really needed the wall to be in the right place. The powder room is a convenience that gets occasional use.  The stairway is used a gazillion times each day. I didn’t want to feel squished every time I went up or down the stairs.

I sent the carpenter home, figuring I’d catch my breath and sort things out after the dust had settled, maybe later in the week.

And somehow three years went by. During which time we used a shower curtain in lieu of wall/door.

No longer! Work, performed by the eminently sensible D., began yesterday. The old wall framing is gone, replaced by new, in just the right place. The very place I’d marked on the wall three years ago.

With luck, by the end of the day we’ll have a wall and a door! This door:

French door

And this light fixture:
It complements the hardware on the wee, wall-mounted Duravit sink I chose so carefully more than three years ago.

And for the first time ever, I’ll be able to go into my powder room AND CLOSE THE DOOR.

I have a problem.

With food.

And with recipes.

When I started using e-mail – lo, these many years ago – I began to build an archive of recipes. At first, I’d type in new ones, learned from friends or torn from magazines. And then, as the internet evolved, I’d just copy and paste them into an e-mail, so that I could view them from anywhere.

I now have 1874.

One thousand, eight hundred and seventy-four.

Of which I’ve probably cooked maybe 100. And yet, I’m as apt to Google if I need one. What is up with that?

On a separate but related note, I entered a contest to design a new hoagie. The official “With Love” hoagie. It’s a gimmick cooked up by, the Greater Philadelphia Tourism Marketing Corporation, and Primo Hoagies.

I figured if love is involved, it needs to be less of a fat/calorie bomb than the typical Philly-style meal. Hence, the Heart-Healthy Hoagie!*


  • Low-salt ham
  • Grilled chicken
  • Eggplant
  • Sharp provolone
  • Pesto sauce


Spread pesto sauce on hoagie roll. Layer on grilled chicken, eggplant, sharp provolone and ham.

Serve with a side of marinated mushrooms.



*Okay, it’s not truly health food.  But – marketing!

Does Thursday still count as midweek?  Since Monday was a holiday for the boys, and for 87% of my office building, it feels midweeky to me.  So there.

It’s cool and grey today.  My suede boots are making their first appearance of the season.

On Sunday my pal J. and I got our Groupon on at a new salon.  A spa pedicure with scrubs and lotions and hot stones and massage, and then a UV manicure.  I really use my hands, so regular polish just doesn’t last for me; plus I’m picky about how polish looks – even small nicks drive me bonkers.  Amazingly, four days in, my fingers look damn good (if I do say so myself).  At the rate it’s going, new growth will be more of an issue than damage to the tips.  Wow.
UV manicure
Glittery nude pink (the glitter explains the wee green spots on the image, above). Neutral, but fun!

I am not as fall-asleep-at-my-desk exhausted today as I was yesterday, but am not exactly a ball of energy, either.  How early do I need to go to bed in order to feel rested and refreshed at 6 AM?  How early do YOU go to bed to get enough sleep?

I love browsers with multiple tabs.  Problem is, I love them a little too much.  I have so many tabs up that their icons don’t display.  In not one but two windows.  This must change.  Therefore:

  • Who are the 99%?  They aren’t demanding to bring democracy into the workplace via large-scale unionization, much less shorter work days and more pay.  They aren’t talking the language of mid-twentieth century liberalism, where everyone puts on blindfolds and cuts slices of pie to share.  The 99% looks too beaten down to demand anything as grand as “fairness” in their distribution of the economy.  There’s no calls for some sort of post-industrial personal fulfillment in their labor – very few even invoke the idea that a job should “mean something.”  It’s straight out of antiquity – free us from the bondage of our debts and give us a basic ability to survive.
  • The Mixed-Race Project.
  • I heart Neil Gaiman, who now has a tumblr to go with his blog and his tweets.  “I think there should be an Occupy Gallifrey. “Because 0.000001% of the people have 99.99999% of the Time.”
  • Good wine under $20.
  • There is a Habitat for Humanity ReStore in Philadelphia!
  • When I was a child, we had a doorway puppet theatre that mounted easily with a tension rod.  This is sweeter.
  • Whole Paycheck now posts coupons on their website.
  • Ideas for displaying art in the bathroom.  Between now and Thanksgiving, we will finally complete our first floor powder room, which has been plumbed in for two years, but has a shower curtain where a wall/door should be.  When it’s done, I’d like it to be beautiful.
  • Another cool decorating idea – DIY giant Scrabble tiles.
  • I love this fabric, but have no use for it whatsoever.
  • I love Michael Lewis and baseball and Bob Costas, so I want to watch this.  Wonder if it’s available on demand?
  • I hate flossing.  Would flossing with air be better?  Or is that really just a bastardized Waterpik?
  • How to help your child’s brain grow up strong.
  • I have some furniture that needs to be recovered.  I have fantasies of doing it myself.
  • I also have fantasies of having a perfectly clean house.  Sigh.
  • Yes, I do suffer from decision fatigue.  It’s almost as bad as the tab fatigue.







Seven years ago tonight I was trying to watch the season premiere of Without a Trace.

I was in the hospital, having given birth to #1 earlier in the day.  He was off lounging in the tanning bed receiving phototherapy for mild jaundice.  The spousage had gone home to get a full night’s sleep, which I sorely needed myself, having been awake more or less for four days at that point (ever since my water broke late Sunday night).

As I recall, the episode began with a steamy scene between two of the characters, but even that couldn’t keep me awake.  I slept soundly for an hour or two until a nurse returned my wee son to me, all five pounds and a few ounces of him.

He was such a beautiful baby – big eyes, round head, a whisper of dark, downy hair.  And now he’s a beautiful boy.  Still has big eyes.

If the Jesuit saying holds true, he’ll be a fine man, I think.  Smart, yes, but kind, too.  Cautious but enthusiastic.  Generous and affectionate.  Occasionally impatient, but deeply ethical.

It is both a great challenge a great pleasure to be his mother.  Seven years ago, I had no idea how much, of either.  I think we are both looking forward to the next seven!