I took some days off of work this week to help me get through this long month of March. The plan was to go to NYC for a few nights and although I've been wanting to go
here and
here, I think I just need to stay home. I want to rest and rejuvinate and take care of me. I love NY, but I love myself more.
So instead I think I will be starting a new blog, running, taking a class at the new
Be Yoga in Union Square, trying a breakfast sandwich at
City Girl Cafe and dinner at
Kitchen on Common , cooking a new
recipe, enjoying a
massage and the first pedicure of the season, sleeping a lot, shopping for
rain boots, spring
flats, and a
bag that looks like this. And if after a few days I feel the urge to get out of town, I would rather go
here and maybe take in a little nature somewhere in the Berkshires.
I feel better already.
St. Patrick's Day always reminds me of my grandpa, Jack McMann, a proud Irishman. When he died, my mom and I both took one of his shamrock plants that I imagine he picked up during his daily trip to the grocery store the March before he died. I love this little part of Papa that I keep alive in my home. Every year I make sure to wear a little green in his honor. I smile to think his eyes are smiling down on me today.
