So said a babysitter to me in the mid 1970s. Spoiler alert: summer always wins. It’s windy and gray and then rainy and then sunny and 85 degrees. Why do I start with the weather? Do you care? I guess I start because it tends to define the atmosphere of my reality. However, I am… Continue reading Spring is when winter and summer fight for control

I have not been moved to post for a few reasons. One: Maggie is quiet. Two: I’ve been down, more down than I’ve been in years. But I’m feeling much better and so here I am, back at it. Maggie has been on my mind lately because we’re (Calvin, Wyatt, and me) watching Quiet on… Continue reading Long time, long time

We spent last week in Boston looking at colleges with Wyatt, and then watching his volleyball tournament. He’s really good. He’s also very tall—6 foot 3.5 inches—and I am so proud of his height. I want to tell everyone we meet that he is six foot three and a half, like “hey, how have you… Continue reading The peeps of false spring are still peeps

For those following this now-boring saga of a crazy person harassing the less-crazy people next door, you are in luck. In fall of 2022, Maggie reported our illegal addition to our house to the NYC Department of Buildings. Things to know: So time goes on and we are summoned to a hearing (call-in). I blow… Continue reading Major legal victory for the Ditmarstons

Maggie may be laid up, but she’s quick with the keyboard. Below is last night’s post. Last week there was a lot of commotion on the stoop, and I did 2 (2!) TikTok’s about it, really because I thought the first one had vanished and I was determined to post in the middle of the… Continue reading Quick multimedia review

Things have moved quickly over the last few weeks. I visited my mother in Colorado, came back home for a day and then left for Pennsylvania for a 3-day work meeting. Then back to NYC the day of the apocalyptic rain. Three of us Ditmarstons were on the move, and we all got home via… Continue reading Longer update but little new news

That’s me. I’m partying like a rock star—a subdued Willie Nelson-like rock star. I’m partying like Willie at 94. Cautiously with joy and trepidation. We did see Willis Nelson play last night. The man is very much alive and he can still sing, unlike Bob Weir. I’m glad we saw Willie. We have also had… Continue reading Party people

So nothing to report. Everything is fine in my hemisphere. Even the cats have no complaint. I have a little neighbor news but I need to edit some drafts and post. Maggie is currently silent, laid up with a broken leg, and we are blissfully ignorant and happy. School is back in — hooray! Lots… Continue reading The good times are rolling

That’s the news of the day. We had a great party yesterday full of old friends, new friends, neighbors, and a colleague I have never laid eyes on before. Thanks to remote work. It was just a hoot, and today I am totally wrecked and barely got out of bed. Calvin did too. He may… Continue reading Fantastic party was had

From all sides jackhammers hammer and it’s raining. We are one week back from Fire Island, where we spent 7 days swimming, eating, drinking, and lolling about. After the family drama of France, Fire Island was a real vacation with real fun. I am desperately afraid of the ocean so can only go in when… Continue reading Summer winds down amidst street drilling festival