Ayhan and I celebrated my birthday a day late, since he was working all weekend while I was in the Hamptons. Had a grand dinner at Italian restaurant Armando's just two blocks from home on Montague Street. The joint was originally founded in 1936, shuttered in 2008, and following the hasty retreat of pitiful replacement sammich chain Spicy Pickle, Armando's modernized its space and reopened Monday, Sept. 28, with a glorious, upscale menu and a bar that is open until midnight—something sorely lacking in this ultra-conservative nabe of Brooklyn Heights. Truly felt like being somewhere brand new in a locale only steps from home. Grade-A experience.
Myhan and meese in my birthday sweater. Note I got my first haircut today since being laid off in March. No moe Farrah Fawcett wings, thank god!
Home again with a sweet Archie... as opposed to the snapping Archie. Our bi-polar new family member is unpredictable, so I take advantage whenever I might of his agreeable moments. When he is good, he is so very good.
Aw, man, a double dose of Maltese... our dear Kirby, at 17, who still has as much fight in her as Mike Tyson (granted she has both ears, but no teeth), and 6-year-old rescue Archie. We're up to a week and two days now and still playing the two-steps-forward, three-steps-backward with the latter's disposition. Professional behavior counseling is in the cards; I so want this critter to develop the unconditional love that us humans treasure our critters for.
Ayhan and his lady Kirby, who, every time he returns from work, becomes a spinning little princess. She's breathing hard and heavy, but seems to be working through about her 12th life now. Weak body, but tenacious will, that's for sure.
Myhan and meese in my birthday sweater. Note I got my first haircut today since being laid off in March. No moe Farrah Fawcett wings, thank god!
Home again with a sweet Archie... as opposed to the snapping Archie. Our bi-polar new family member is unpredictable, so I take advantage whenever I might of his agreeable moments. When he is good, he is so very good.
Aw, man, a double dose of Maltese... our dear Kirby, at 17, who still has as much fight in her as Mike Tyson (granted she has both ears, but no teeth), and 6-year-old rescue Archie. We're up to a week and two days now and still playing the two-steps-forward, three-steps-backward with the latter's disposition. Professional behavior counseling is in the cards; I so want this critter to develop the unconditional love that us humans treasure our critters for.
Ayhan and his lady Kirby, who, every time he returns from work, becomes a spinning little princess. She's breathing hard and heavy, but seems to be working through about her 12th life now. Weak body, but tenacious will, that's for sure.
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