Today = Official Blog Re-Launch Day!

Here’s a picture of my sister and me under the bright lights of a Broadway marquee:

That’s pretty much what I’ve been doing the last couple of years. Though not always under the theatrical lights. Or even outside. Or with my sister. Sometimes I’ve been floundering with glasses askew entirely on my own. Or with friends. Or my husband, Dave. Or our son, the previously nicknamed Fluffy, from here on, referred to as Tito. (It’s about time, right? How much longer would I insist on calling a human person, a tween-aged boy, FLUFFY?)

I’ve also been reading and eating and bathing, sleeping and laughing and crying, cooking and screaming and drawing, driving and talking and sitting, playing a bit of music, and watching a lot of TV. Jon Stewart, Colbert, a bunch of movies, TV. There’s so much good TV now. Have you been watching, for example, Lena Dunham take off her clothes in Girls? or Veep? Not that Lena takes off her clothes in Veep, but if they asked her, hey, I’m pretty sure she’d have her baby-girl top off before they finished the question.

I love the new, good TV! Newsroom, Breaking Bad, The Mindy Project, Game of Thrones, Downton Abby. And others I haven’t been able to see since we don’t get Showtime. Damn that Homeland.

Tito (again, the boy previously known as Fluffy) is good. We’re still homeschooling but things are opening up. More on that later.

Dave’s got a book coming out at the end of beginning of November. Siri And Me; A Love Story. About a guy named Dave (ahem) who falls in love with his iphone. You must buy many copies and give them to everyone you know. I’ll be giving away a copy later in the month, so watch for that. Again, later.

I’m doing the Weight Watchers, counting the points, and working my butt off with that crazy Tony Horton in P90X. And not because Paul Ryan does it. Though that might be the only thing he and I have in common. And if it is, then, yay! Let’s all celebrate commonalities! And then race out and vote for Obama, even though he laid an egg in the last debate.

I’ve been reading Byron Katie’s books. And doing The Work. Taking a closer look at my thinking. It’s part of my overall self-improvement project. It’s very interesting. Like the life drawing class I’ve been taking. It’s quite a thing to look at something. Really look at it. Not to see what you expect to see or want to see or even are simply accustom to seeing. But what is actually there, once investigated. It’s the same with my thinking. What’s there, under my thoughts? My fear, my worry, my annoyance, my insistence? What’s actually there, if I’m willing to investigate, to ask and listen to my own answers, not for the sake of being wrong or right, but only, as Byron Katie says, for the love of truth?