We have a relatively small bathroom. Actually it is decent sized for NYC, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t small. We are very lucky because it has a skylight so it is nice and bright. We like to make it feel as open as possible and decided that a good way to do that is with a clear shower curtain with a design on it. We chose fish. Sadly our fish shower curtain is a few years old and the holes have seen better days. OK, it might be time to search for a new one. Easier said than done. There are plenty of lovely shower curtains out there, don’t get me wrong, but most of them are not clear. Turns out the only one we saw that we liked was the replacement to the one we have! Sigh. What fun is replacing what we have? Well fine, since the only problem is that the holes are ripping, let’s fix that. Grommets! Perfect. I have to say that a little bit of time spent really paid off. The shower curtain looks better than ever! I should have done this when it was new.

So picture this, I am on the F train and I have a seat, no one messes with me, no one tries to steal anything from me, no one elbows me in the side… all in all a good trip. As I am leaving the train I am juggling a few bags, my headphones (why aren’t they on my head?) and my iPhone. As I am stepping towards the door the phone falls from my hand (what?!) on the floor (UGH) skitters for a bit (OH!!) out the door (MY!!) and through the space between the train and tracks (GOD!!!) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I stand there for a stunned moment not sure what to do. I entertain jumping down to get it, I can see it after all and then think that would be insane. It is in a “safe” spot so I run upstairs to the booth. The poor gentleman in there must have thought I was a crazy person. He makes a call and tells me the line is busy. Being in a less than calm state I say I am going to go back and watch my phone in case someone else decides they are going to jump down and get it. Then I run back up after I realize no one can even see it unless they are leaning over the tracks and the man tells me it will be 45 min to an hour. Well there aren’t many choices so I wait. Boy I wish I had something to pass the time and make me forget that my phone is on the tracks, maybe I can play a game…. oh, I can’t do that. I should really call M and tell him I am waiting… can’t do that either. Wait is that a rat trying to dial my phone? No, I am just hallucinating. After what seems like an eternity two men come down with a long grabber to rescue my phone. After a few attempts (it was a lot like watching someone play the game in arcades with the stuffed animals and the hook) my phone was safely on the platform. I thanked the men, went upstairs to thank the gentleman in the booth. He seemed genuinely happy that I got my phone and gave me a big smile and kind of high five through the glass of the booth. I did have to give the case a good washing and wipe down the phone, but other than that no damage was done. Today I found myself holding my phone tightly in my pocket when getting off the train.

A few years back while visiting my alma mater for the Spring Carnival activities I noticed some students walking around covered in colorful powder, pretty much from head to toe. I figured it was some crazy college kid thing that I couldn’t possibly understand now that I was an adult and kind of forgot about it until the next year when I saw how the students got to be covered. A campus organization decided to celebrate their own version of Holi also called the Festival of Colors. A mass of students gathered in the nearby park and were given bags filled with colorful powder. Once all the powder had been handed out, the chaos began and powder started flying. It was beautiful and if I had been wearing clothes I cared a little less about I would have joined in. I usually forget all about this event until I am back at school, but this year via The Big Picture, I got a view of the Indian version of this festival. These pictures are full of wonderful color and make me happy on this dreary day. Maybe this year I will remember to pack and old tshirt and jeans.

Yes that is a square snowman in the background. M’s art degree is finally paying off!

If are anywhere near the East Coast or have been listening to any sort of weather report for the country you probably know that we in the NY area have been recently pounded with snow. Unlike Snowmageddon I and II, which did not turn out the be the blockbusters predicted by the national weather service, Snowmageddon III did not disappoint. Unfortunately it didn’t result in a snow day for me on Friday (the MTA sure does pick funny times to provide good service…) but when M&I finally did get ourselves over to the park on Sunday we were met with the most wonderful snow for building snowmen! We actually built one snowman and one snow woman. We also were able to find an undisturbed patch that just begged for me to plop down and make a snow angel. We ended our outing at our new favorite watering hole, The Double Windsor. It was a lovely day indeed.

This poster is really speaking to me and it is saying I need to change something. via notcot