“Stop and smell the roses” often alludes me.We were visiting the New York Botanical Garden to see the Yayoi Kasuma installations. We approached the Narcissus Garden and we could see them from a distance. Over one thousand silver spheres floating in the water.The sun was shining.

People ask me what I do, and I proudly answer, “I’m a Financial Consigliere” a keeper of secrets, the gal that knows what businesses are selling, merging or going public. My clients actually lean in when they tell me their plans, and whisper. More importantly, I make sure they don’t lose the wealth earned, while venturing out for new business. Today, I was coming back to the Northeast from Chicago and a real estate mogul asked me the million dollar question. I shared my name and gave him my pitch.... He said...”like Meyer Lansky?

Did you ever have that feeling that you had forgotten something? Just a lingering free floating gnawing. That’s how I woke up this morning. I worked late last night and spent the last part of the evening readying to go to the city today.

I am truly enjoying seeing on social media all of the post-vaccine reunions people are having with their loved ones. From seeing friends reunite with their elderly parents to friends reuniting, each picture brings a smile to my face.    

Last week’s commentary hailed the start on unveiling my outside office. I actually used the space the week that past expecting to complete the remaining space through this weekend. A “funny thing” happened over the course of the week.

Funny because I never gave them much thought till this week. I was at a new business appointment in a tool factory and after fist bump hellos and some conversation we exchanged them. Business cards.   Something so simple was so symbolic. It was a good feeling.   When was the last time you handed out your business card?

On Tuesday we returned to a perennial favorite Saloon.  We were excited to go and we were welcomed by the familiar staff. On the eve of Cuomo’s loosening of restrictions, no table seated more than four and they were well spaced along the walls with no seats at the bar and no tables in the middle of the room.

I am waiting, patiently, for the cicadas. There is much written about the pending invasion, and I wait. As the ground warms up, the time of their expected emergence approaches. Our son in Alexandria Virginia- where it is a little warmer- has already shared pictures of the creatures. Although we see some every season, this year will be different with the great seventeen year cycle. The noise, the little crunching carcasses everywhere.