I've neglected you, dear blog readers. Not that you've missed anything really earthshakingly important. But I'll try to catch you up on a few things. The last time I did just a little blog writing I was accused of sounding chirpy. Maybe it was because I was telling you about how important it is to make your bed in the morning. Maybe I had had too much coffee that morning. Maybe I've had too much coffee today. But I'll try not to be too chirpy. Though I'm not sure exactly what chirpy is. I'm guessing that it is something like perky. If chirpy and perky are the same thing, it shouldn't require too much effort to not be chirpy. These are the days of Covid-19 - and these days it's pretty easy to be the opposite of chirpy. Chirpy would require some effort. Anyway, let's try to catch up on a few things.
After living at 320 West Rosewood for almost 15 years, Mr. Beers and I sold our house. We loved the house, we loved the neighborhood, we loved our neighbors. But it seemed like it was time to do something different. Now we're renting a smaller place just a few blocks from Rosewood. Several factors contributed to that decision: buying a place in Puerto Vallarta, the ever-rising property taxes in San Antonio, those kinds of things.
We went to World Pride in NYC last year. It was a blast. Great times with good friends. No social distancing, but lots of socializing. It's no secret that New York City is one of our favorite places in the world. We send our hearts and positive thoughts and vibes and everything else good to our wonderful friends in that city. But - at least for now - any trips to (among other places) Fairway Market or The Duplex or Bar Centrale or a Broadway show are on hold. Extended hold. Holding for a long time. We look forward to a return visit...
Another thing that happened last year - We were honored to be included at a amazing young woman's quincinera celebration. We were able to hang with these beautiful people for a while. Super good time. No pandemic then. No social distancing then. Lots of fun, though. And if you look a little more closely at the group, you might be able to tell that any gathering with any of these people is special occasion. I want to hug them all so tight right now.
Did I mention that we bought a place in Puerto Vallarta? It happened. It happened last October. For the months of October, November, December, January, and February we were able to spend a week (at least) per month in paradise. The last time we were there was February. Ah, to be there again, out by the pool (or beach, or both), sipping on a cool refreshing beverage. We'll be there again eventually. It will take a while. Full disclosure: My bag is already packed. We talk about it fairly often. We love pretty much everything about Puerto Vallarta. The food, the lush surroundings, the relaxed way of life, the people. The people - so kind, gracious, sweet, smart, funny, beautiful.
We are still moving and grooving at W.D.Deli. Come see us. The lemon bars are still here. So are all those (eleven kinds of) cookies. The spinach chicken salad is fresh. Come on Thursday for the Monte Cristo sandwich. Come on Friday for the Mac 'n'cheese. The iced tea is freshly brewed. The place is sanitized. There are fewer chairs around the dining room. There's fresh air (and usually a pleasant breeze) out on the patio in front. Come see us. And speak up, it's hard to hear you through that mask.
After living at 320 West Rosewood for almost 15 years, Mr. Beers and I sold our house. We loved the house, we loved the neighborhood, we loved our neighbors. But it seemed like it was time to do something different. Now we're renting a smaller place just a few blocks from Rosewood. Several factors contributed to that decision: buying a place in Puerto Vallarta, the ever-rising property taxes in San Antonio, those kinds of things.
We went to World Pride in NYC last year. It was a blast. Great times with good friends. No social distancing, but lots of socializing. It's no secret that New York City is one of our favorite places in the world. We send our hearts and positive thoughts and vibes and everything else good to our wonderful friends in that city. But - at least for now - any trips to (among other places) Fairway Market or The Duplex or Bar Centrale or a Broadway show are on hold. Extended hold. Holding for a long time. We look forward to a return visit...
Another thing that happened last year - We were honored to be included at a amazing young woman's quincinera celebration. We were able to hang with these beautiful people for a while. Super good time. No pandemic then. No social distancing then. Lots of fun, though. And if you look a little more closely at the group, you might be able to tell that any gathering with any of these people is special occasion. I want to hug them all so tight right now.
Did I mention that we bought a place in Puerto Vallarta? It happened. It happened last October. For the months of October, November, December, January, and February we were able to spend a week (at least) per month in paradise. The last time we were there was February. Ah, to be there again, out by the pool (or beach, or both), sipping on a cool refreshing beverage. We'll be there again eventually. It will take a while. Full disclosure: My bag is already packed. We talk about it fairly often. We love pretty much everything about Puerto Vallarta. The food, the lush surroundings, the relaxed way of life, the people. The people - so kind, gracious, sweet, smart, funny, beautiful.
We are still moving and grooving at W.D.Deli. Come see us. The lemon bars are still here. So are all those (eleven kinds of) cookies. The spinach chicken salad is fresh. Come on Thursday for the Monte Cristo sandwich. Come on Friday for the Mac 'n'cheese. The iced tea is freshly brewed. The place is sanitized. There are fewer chairs around the dining room. There's fresh air (and usually a pleasant breeze) out on the patio in front. Come see us. And speak up, it's hard to hear you through that mask.
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