I am a person who loves her routines, especially my Saturday morning routine. My husband works on Saturdays so I have the time to myself. Almost every Saturday morning, I exercise, do my office billing, write my blog, and then do my errands. That is pretty much the way my day goes most Saturdays.  

Some may have noted someone MIA....again... at the Gotham Happy Hour. Sometimes the logistics work not at all. The intention remains. Parental duties intervened. Our son yesterday moved into home number 10 yesterday morning; his parents helped him and his fiance finish their “exit” from downtown Brooklyn across Adams Street from where his uncle works; that part of the move just conflicted a bit with the Gotham gathering. Hopefully, I make the next one.  

Leaves, flowers, bushes, you know...all the stuff that grows in the spring.   George Orwell said it well...“The point is that the pleasures of spring are available to everybody, and cost nothing.”   I'm partaking. Recently, a landscaping crew left a big mess in my yard when they replaced a retaining wall that was destroyed this past winter from a huge black loctus that fell crushing all in its path.  

We’re Home! Home to the real World! Home to Family! Home to our day to day responsibilities (and to commuting)! Home to Spring (in time to plant our garden)! Home to new experiences! You can always come home again! There’s no place like Home Sweet Home!

Last Saturday night, at around 9:15, I walked outside to check the night air. I looked up and saw a group of six or seven orange objects moving across the sky from the southwest to the northeast. They glowed and appeared to be ablaze.As the first group slowly disappeared, a second group of two or three appeared and followed.

My friend uses the word "treats" to describe anything from cookies, ice cream, taffy, biscuits and even to coffee. She sent me a picture of her outing last week and said, "Niles and I even stopped for "treats"". When I looked at the picture, my mouth started watering and I imagined them sitting on a park bench with the soft warm sun shining on their cute faces.  I could even taste the warm chocolate icing melting around what appeared to be a donut covered in Oreo bits.

  Thanks to David Abeshouse and Paul Napolitano, Gotham’s own sommeliers, I know that I have officially expanded my wine pallet.

  As we continue in this pandemic one observation has become readily apparent, video conferencing, and for me video court appearances are here to stay. So, my question is, is it getting any easier for you?   For me that answer is complicated. I had two opposite experiences in the same week.