My house is a mess. The kitchen has mail, coupons, dog things, and printed recipes thrown everywhere. My home office is worse with statements, bills, and magazines in leaning stacks. (Don’t worry…the bills are all paid.) The currently unused room, which will be turned into a formal dining room, has become a “storage room” with Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s bags, containers of books and odds and ends, lamps that belong in my bedroom, a bicycle with flat tires, and Costco packs of paper towels, toilet paper, and boxes of tissues lying around haphazardly. Moving upstairs we first enter the bathroom, where bottles and samples of unused products fill the shelves and drawers along with more old magazines. My bedroom has boxes from J. Crew, Ann Taylor, Sephora, and Bath & Body Works strewn about, waiting to be opened, tried on (in the case of clothes), and put away. Finally, we come to the dressing room, aka the bedroom I turned into a closet because I didn’t (don’t) need 3 bedrooms but I needed a closet. For a change, there are no clothes on the floor and none on the drying rack. The problem lies on the shelves where clothes are not folded when they are thrown back.
Which brings us to this post:
Did you read the title or did you sing it? I heard the song in my head as I typed it. We’re entering a heat wave here in New York that marks 150 days until Christmas and 131 days until the first night of Chanukah. So why is this such a great time of the year? It’s NYC Summer Restaurant Week! I’m getting the strangest feeling of déjà vu as I put this post together and realized I used the exact same wording for NYC Winter Restaurant Week.
it’s been awhile since I’ve put up a book club post, with the most recent one being The Art of Racing in the Rain last November. Oy…I need to do better. Since then, I’ve read in no particular order:
- The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho – book club pick for July – Once I started reading the book, I couldn’t put it down. However, if I stopped for any reason (i.e. the train pulling into Penn Station), I had a hard time picking it up again. Very quick read. Thought-provoking. It reminded me of The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.
To continue with the theme of religion, I want to tell you all about a Shabbat dinner I hosted the last Friday of May.
Step 1: Figure out the guest list
My initial intentions were not for an all-women dinner as I wanted to invite Boyfriend D (the break-up happened the day after the dinner). I tried to figure out a way to have an even number of men and women and I just couldn’t. So the dinner became an all-women affair.