Aka Nora will be gainfully employed for years to come ;)
"Mayor de Blasio Commits to 80 Percent Reduction of Greenhouse Gas Emissions by 2050,” said the Sunday news release, outlining what would be a truly impressive feat if he actually were able to make good on that promise. But there is not going to be any 89-year-old, 10-term mayor named de Blasio declaring a local victory in the battle to save the planet. This is a long march to a distant goal. The commitment Mr. de Blasio made over the weekend — an excellent and necessary one — was to do his part now to keep the city moving in the right direction: Promised Land, that way. […]
Mr. de Blasio’s plan focuses on making the city’s buildings more energy-efficient, through strict regulations on new buildings and retrofitting existing ones, particularly the crumbling stock of public-housing apartments. This is just where the initial focus should be: residential and commercial buildings account for nearly three-fourths of the city’s carbon-dioxide emissions.
Years that ask questions, years that answer
A year ago today he asked me to marry him. Jokingly, but sincere.
We were on a new path, or perhaps better said, we were finally on our path — and not falling off every drunken, irritable Friday night. We had a dog who we were obsessed with and brought us closer than ever, and in mid-summer, during a drive out to the North Fork, we started talking about having a baby. “You know, we could do this out of order,” he said, meaning baby before wedding, and it was the first time I had any real idea he was ready to do this with me. I was surprised, amazed, and nervous. So this is how it begins.
We tabled the discussion for the time being. I felt like we had to retreat and regroup, figure out if we were serious. I tried it out on my sister, mom, and a couple friends — soooo we’ve started talking about having a baby — and their approval, admittedly somewhat tentative, surprised me. Did they really think we were ready for this? (It’s hard to stop thinking of yourself as a 22-year-old who shouldn’t be in charge of her own life decisions — even if that was a full decade ago.)
Then the pre-engagement, the wedding contract (the huge deposit). This was happening. By the end of October, we had a date, and over the next month and a half, I can’t remember how or when or what words were said, but we started talking baby again. We started doing the math: you know, if we got pregnant by X date, the baby would be Y months old at the wedding….
I do remember that last pill. Tossing the unfinished pack away. I wasn’t yet confident enough in our decision to admit to anyone I’d done it, and it wasn’t until January that I got up the nerve to make an appointment with my gynecologist to discuss whatever pre-“trying” stuff we were supposed to discuss. I had no idea if we could get pregnant in the short time frame we’d given ourselves — or if we could at all. There were too many unknowns, and I kept it all pretty down-low.
But M. — bless him — already had a bit of that proud papa in him. That December, mere days after the last pill, at a very happy, very wine-drunk dinner at my friends’ new Connecticut home, in front of half of my closest friends and their husbands, he ting’d his glass — actually ting’d his glass — and announced, somewhat incoherently, that we had officially started trying.
I was mor.ti.fied. But also touched. He was really freaking excited and how can you be a mad at a guy for that?
And now here we are. Within sight of meeting our daughter. It is, I’m sure, the greatest decision we’ve ever made.
I look back and I realize our path was made by walking. Being in a relationship is about asking the right questions at the right time — and letting the answers light the way.
Anonymous said: Paparazzi alert! check out the cover photo on eater's latest article on the Five Points revamp article. Love your blog and congrats on the new addition to your family!
Ok that picture is horrible and I now have way more sympathy for celebrities but more important — FIVE POINTS IS GONE??? That brunch is our go-to, you don’t even know. And yeah yeah I know they’re calling it a revamp, but new owner, new name, new cuisine … heartbreaking.
PS: Thanks! :)
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