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November 15, 2007
Dog Damnit!
To people that own dogs, or more specifically, to the person or persons who let their small, yappy dog bark all morning:
It's very difficult to get some good peace and quiet in New York City. If you have ever had a conversation with someone living here while they walk around outside, you will undoubtedly hear sirens, horns, helicopters and the constant gab of passerby's. While all this noise pollution is annoying, I understand it. I have even come to expect it, and have a few places along my common routes that I know to be quiet enough to make a phone call and not have to scream in order to be heard. This is just one small price you pay for living in this city.
However, a price I do not expect to pay is my loss of precious, precious sleep because some schmuck left their dog to bark, incessantly, between the ungodly hours of 6-8am this morning. Some small, yappy, puntable pooch caused me and my on-vacation-fiancee a great amount of stress. If you have a dog, make sure it only annoys you during the non-waking hours. This thing yapped like a car alarm, with barks so frequent I began to doubt it was a dog and thought maybe it was construction. Surely no living thing could make so much noise without stopping for air. My thoughts began to turn evil, and I wondered if it's really a crime to silence something that annoying. If 90% of my apartment complex had the same thought, doesn't that become societal standard? We are a community, some may categorize this complex as it's own society. if we, en masse decide that it's OK to murder yappy little dogs, could we be prosecuted?
Fortunately, my alarm went off and I got to leave the bedroom. However, my fiance is still in bed, and I wouldn't fault him one bit if he wrote a stern letter or kicked the owners of said canine.
Posted by lysa at 9:23 AM | Comments (4)
November 1, 2007
Anticipated Update
I have a love of words. It's strange to admit, particularly because I'm not a good speller, my vocabulary is sub-par and often get confused about polysyllabic pronunciations. But there is something about committing word to page that makes them sincere. This form of sincerity has been collected by me through my whole life: cataloging notes left in lockers and home made birthday cards. I am a collector of words. It is perhaps, for that very reason, I have found it incredibly hard to write this entry, which is, as I have been reminded, way overdue. What if I can't write it, right?
Last Saturday, my booboo proposed to me, and I accepted.
There. I wrote it.
I'm not sure I believed it until just now, even after all the phone calls and Instant Messages. Not even after I have been staring at this glittering proclamation of lifetime promises.
I. am. engaged.
He asked at our annual Halloween party, at a time when the atmosphere was winding down, and our close friends were present. In an amazing moment of planning, he managed to pop the question in front of my best friend and his - a near supernatural feat considering their locations. I could not have dreamed a better moment, at a better time.
I am deeply in love with this man. I have a happiness that is secured by stability and kept aflame by a steady stream of affection, desire, laughter and partnership.
I am giddy, shocked, relieved, nervous, thrilled, energized, panicked and confident. Never before have all these emotions worked so supremely together.
Now, here's a picture of the happy couple.
Posted by lysa at 10:43 AM | Comments (11)