coupla pix before bed

I am falling asleep on East Coast time still. But a few quick pix:

(L)Mia before the graduation (waiting at Madison Sq Garden/Penn Station) (notice the bag I made her), then
(R) Mia waving her diploma after leaving the stage, at the 42nd St theatre where Phantom of the Opera plays every day and night.

(L)Mia in front of her fabu school. Do you love her hat or what?

Here is Ma and Pa Tracey in front of the U-No-What…notice and appreciate my $16 dollar-store outfit — which became necessary when my beat-up Uggs and jeans and sweaters were suddenly not appropriate for a graduation in 80-degree heat.

And here is Pa, dearest Mr. Husband, showing off how tall he is, next to the very tall

you-know-what building…sans Kong.

Mia and girlfriends: (L) Erin, who was my intern at Alameda Magazine and then the younger girls’ tutor, is Mia’s pal in NY, and (R) Brooke is Mia’s dear friend from Santa Rosa, and she alsojust graduated from a different acting academy. Cute as all get out and very sweet.

more later, mommy’s tired…

gone baby gone

…the girl is gone. I’m syncing my iPod, writing my last story for the week, washing laundry and trying to pack, before falling asleep. Off to NYC tomorrow and can’t wait to sleep on the plane. Mostly because I still have a lot to do tonight and will doubtless be tired tomorrow anyway.

Note to non-fan: Stop reading. No one is forcing you to read. Take a hint. Go away.
Note to everyone else: I’ll miss you.

Big news in Sun on Thursday: watch for it. Rather feisty school board this evening. I enjoyed it. Kids are prepped, lots to do still but anyway, I’m out of here and will be back late Sunday — and doubt I’ll have the juice to write when I get just home. It will be 2 a.m. for me by then, I think.

Anyway. I’m procrastinating. Story calls me. Must go, must pack, etc etc.
Love u. Mean it.

new day a-dawning

Did you see the full moon last night? So yellow and warm — despite the cold wind. Where does that come from, anyway — Alaska? Siberia? Canada? Yikes. The sun is just peeking up; I can see it turning the port cranes and trucks pinkish. I love that early morning aura.

Got fan mail from a non-fan who tells me to stop practicing my “dark arts.” Um, hello? As if, when running a newspaper, starting up a retail business and shepherding a family around the Island and the planet, I have time to meddle in the dark arts? As if I have time to even scrub the grout in my bathroom? Hmm. If I did practice the dark arts, it would be to get someone to floss my teeth for me, or have them floss themselves, perhaps. My kids would all have perfect teeth and perfect grades and perfect attendance. I would never have cold feet again, and the odd eyebrow hair that wants to grow the wrong way would go away forever. So would the cowlick that prevents me from having a middle part. And it would rain chocolate on Thursdays.

If I practiced the dark arts, believe you me, friends, you would know it.

Meanwhile, back on planet Earth, Mr Husband and I are preparing for our grand adventure to fabulous Manhattan, to which I’ve been a number of times but Husband has been just once, and because of business, didn’t have the opportunity to see the sights. So we’re gonna see them all. Can’t wait. I don’t know if I’ll have access to an Internet cafe, but if I do, I will post. Otherwise, I’ll be gone for a few days and will catch up afterward, next week.

We’re looking forward to watching Mia graduate and also sing in a cabaret revue; touring Yankee Stadium, breakfasting with his sister, nights on the town, and hitting the fun iconic places like strolling up Fifth Ave and Wall Street and the like. Bringing back tchotchkes and T-shirts for the kids. Bloomingdale’s and the Statue of Liberty and drinking a Manhattan in Manhattan. The Village. The Met. The subway. The 42nd Street Theater, where The Phantom continues its run, is where we’ll see Mia do her thing on Thursday. says it will be warmish — not rainy or snow — in NY. Here it’s supposed to rain. So I hope my veggies will prosper and grow in my absence and not wilt away. Last year, if you were reading along, when Ana and I went to NY and Jersey in April, we got stuck in the snow, rained on mercilessly and occasionally the sun did shine. And it was warm here, of course! We’re hoping for fairer weather this time. But ready for anything.

Like the Scouts say: Be prepared.

Blessed Monday, brethren.