Better Late Than

In true Karen fashion, I’ve neglected to blog without much explanation. I could say I’ve been super busy, running to and fro, working nutty hours, forgoing sleep and rest. Oh wait, I used that excuse last time.

The only solace I can offer you, dear reader (note the lack of plural), is that when all else fails, I’m usually micro-blogging on Twitter. Need updates on my coffee habits? Read about the tragic loss of my Moleskine? Feel enraged over the unjust thievery of the Snuggie that was rightfully mine? All detailed in 140 characters on Twitter. Your excitement is palpable.

As to what I’ve been up to, well, let’s just say life. I’ve delved into a new project and have traveled here and there. Visitors are constantly coming and going. The free weekends I have I use to sleep or catch up with friends in the city (We really do have to – and I’m sorry for using this – pencil each other in). I was determined to update the blog over Thanksgiving break in Richmond (I had a week – a week!), but instead I caught up with friends and family. More Rock Band than actual writing was had, and I can’t say I regret it. To top it all off, I have to make time for visits by the hoodie-clad gentleman in this post.

Which brings me to now. Er, October. On a beautiful fall day, I took Lola and Phil to Central Park. Last fall I was a few weeks too late, and the trees were bare. This year, as soon as color returned to my neighborhood I grabbed my necessities – boy, dog, and camera – and headed out the door.

I’m notorious for my horrible sense of direction, and the only time it’s forgivable is when I’m in exploration mode. I pretend I mean to walk in circles, pass the same bush five times, and say, “Oh hey, that’s a neat bridge!” even after the fourth encounter.

Luckily, each Central Park visit is never like the last.

Though I love capturing passersby, Lola and Phil are my favorite photo subjects because they don’t mind when I trail them like a creeper. There’s also something about unapologetically invading someone’s space that’s so damn satisfying.

It’s so easy to lose all photo skills, at least in my case, after taking extended breaks. Some pictures were crooked or awkwardly cut off extremities, and I reluctantly banished them to the junk folder. This one survived, thanks to color.

To everyone else, Lola’s a hyper ball of fluff. When Phil’s around, she’s his shadow.

Setting up for her favorite pastime.

Score!

What’s that, girl? Timmy fell down the well?

Manhattan envy.

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Lola goes to the harbor

In light of the beautiful weekend we’re about to have, here’s the third and last of the Lola Likes series: Lola goes to the harbor, which was taken on a similarly beautiful day in Baltimore. I’d insert something witty in here, but St. Patty’s was a bit rough on me, and I promptly fell asleep when I got home from work yesterday. Yes, I am now grandma status.

Have a great weekend!

Lola Likes, episode 2

My friend, upon viewing the first episode of “Lola Likes,” commented on how hyper she was.

I think the second episode sheds more light on the savage beast. You see, Lola’s a Gemini (like me!), which means she has split personalities. Just like how my personalities are awesome and even more awesome, Lola straddles between excited jumping bean and lazy lump of fur.

She gets especially excited when she sees visitors, other dogs and her “I’m going outside!” trigger — her leash and harness. Her second personality is a bit more calm, with a weakness for belly rubs and naps, honed from years of living with Phil, the master at all of the above. She reminds me of a cat actually. A French fry-eating, potato chip-loving, snow-frolicking cat, who happens to look like a Jack Russell. Or be a Jack Russell. Or something.

Point is, she has a chill side. Of her litter, she was the one afraid to venture away from her siblings. She doesn’t mind sleeping in as long as you do, burrowed under the covers, curled into a ball against your stomach.

So, here’s episode two of Lola’s life in Baltimore. The third will be up Friday (I know you’re super anxious). Happy Humpittydooda Day!

Starting 2010 on a frozen foot

Happy New Year everyone! Hope your holidays were fantastic. I spent mine with my favorite people, and it was among the best holiday seasons I’ve ever had.

After being away from New York for most of December (due to move-ins, weddings, holidays, etc.), I returned to what’s expected to be the coldest winter in 30 years. How lucky I moved to New York just in time to face it head-on (note sarcasm)! I’ll just slip it in my “Of course it would happen to me” file.

I had a snow-filled holiday in Virginia, as a blizzard blanketed most of the Northeastern coast in late December. I believe the D.C.-Northern Virginia area was one of the hardest hit, and tons of people who planned to be at a Richmond wedding that weekend spent it trapped inside their houses. Fortunately I left a few days early and made it south snow-free.

One of my favorite things to do when it snows is to make Lola the Jack Russell videos. She’s so hilarious in the snow, eating it, running through mounds and diving into it headfirst.

My stills didn’t come out so great, because there were too many distractions for Lola. Someone would say something or her sibs would get in the way. Overall I like its simplicity. I actually chose the song (The Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun”) solely for its happy effect without thinking of the title and how it doesn’t quite relate to the video.

Let’s just pretend I was trying to be ironic. Or cruel. Whichever you prefer.