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More later today – for now, this photo and a word to you wonderful people who leave comments. I have to say that your comments have been so lovely, I honestly did feel your caring presence with me! Kate, Kty, Jocelyn, Kelly, Gail, Tammy, Jocelyn, Laura, Pip, Anne, gibknitty, Andrea, Kelli, thank you for sharing one of the best moments of my life with me.
July 17, 2010
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So my dear friend Craig, another editor at my office, organized a smallish going away party for me at a neighborhood pub I’ll just call the Galway Hooker. Because that’s the name of it. There was an intimate, lovely room near the back, with 4 seating areas, and a waiter I fell in love with named Col. He reminded me so much of my son I had to keep forcing myself not to hug him.
Anyway.
Unbeknownst to me, Craig had taken 4 very old photographs of me and had them enlarged and mounted on foam core board. He and I got to the place a few minutes before everyone else, to kind of set up, and he started pulling these things out of his bag. He stuck them all over the room, and mounted one on the door frame going into the room. MY SHAME. First of all, it gave the space the air of a wake, and second of all, three of the photos are humiliating. But everyone liked them, and kept picking them up, gazing at them, and asking me about them. It was kind of sweet. Here’s the room:
here it is, the party room
It was a wonderful space, filled with people I love. Since you don’t know these people, I’m just inserting a slideshow – my kids and family, who’ve heard me talk about all these people, might want to see faces to go with the names. Otherwise you can skip them.
When each person left, he or she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. It was stunning and warm and loving, and I thought “this isn’t how people think of New Yorkers, and they’re so very wrong” because this is how people here can be. I love these people.
Today is the last day I’ll go into the office as a regular employee. I will work at home until July 7, which is my last real day as an employee – I’ll go back at the end of that day for the big going-away shindig, which is on the rooftop of a hotel in midtown….a gorgeous space. More about that party afterwards. On the way to the office, I’ll start the next Peasy swatch, with the next size down needles. It’s a beautiful summer day, and I am very happy. I hope you are too.
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The heaviness and exhaustion of my previous post is true, and so are a couple other things, to wit:
* My husband made some amazing gazpacho soup (note to self – post the recipe on Luscious!), and I was going to take some to work today, for my lunch. I’m prone to forget things in the mornings unless I leave myself a note, especially if it requires getting something from the fridge, so my dear sweet husband left the note for me, with my briefcase. He has a brilliant, creative, and inventive mind – one of my favorite things about him – and he does things with words, accidentally, that often crack me up. The note he left me said: Honey – Gestapo Soup. oh…..so close.
* I swear to all that is holy and funny, you have to click this link and watch this video. I promise you’ll roll on the floor and have to hold your sides from the laughter. It’s always funny.
* And this isn’t funny, but one of those “awwww….” deals. One of my authors wrote a great little book. It’s a smashing success, and we enjoyed working together very much. We became friends, he calls me Sis. The other day, this arrived in my office, with a note I’ll cherish:
click to enlarge so you can see it better
It’s a print from the April 24, 1880 edition of Harper’s Weekly, drawn by Granville Perkins – “View in Riverside Park, New York.” Weeks before, he’d written me asking for my associations with Central Park. A weird question, I thought, but what the hell. I answered, and concluded with a comment that Riverside Park is my favorite, even more than Central Park, because it’s my backyard, we spend a lot of time there, I love it very much. Pretty sneaky of him.
And now, to knit.
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today is one of those not-so-good anniversaries that people have – one i dread every year. but i find myself feeling like a lucky person today. one of my daughters turned 25 on wednesday and was hit by a car while riding her bicycle. but she was not too terribly hurt, just bruised and sore, and she had one of the best birthdays of her life. i have a surprisingly large number of real friends, people i can and do count on to know me and love me [anyway], people i love and cherish. i get to be in this world another day. daffodils are coming. days are getting longer. banjo music. the beach, in 8 days. i have a job, whatever else i may say about it. my book club. my writing group. authors – “my” authors – whose work i admire and who are people i am so proud to know, and it still surprises me that i know these amazing and oustanding people. i live in manhattan, where i always wanted to live. i love and am loved by a man who shares a soul with me. i get to travel and see the world with that man….still arm-pinching in its surprise, for a homeless girl from wichita falls, texas. i have grown children whose lives transformed mine, and who are very fine people out in this world.and daffodils are coming. who can be sad when they look at daffodils.
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