Eve is in Puerto Rico. We facetimed yesterday. She was standing on the beach in the ocean with some kind of colorful cocktail, me in over a foot of snow with a beer. My plans to go to Brooklyn and then to see a movie were snuffed out.  

1 inch of snow in D.C. compares with 6 inches here in NY which compare with 3 feet in Buffalo.   Having lived in Buffalo for 4 years and experienced a winter storm where 192" fell, the one passing through our area today that they've named Jonas, in my mind, is cute. By my estimation we'll get around 6-10 inches. Not a big deal for me.  

Last week we visited Cuba for 6 days.  It was my first visit, but back in the day my Damon Runyon character dad was a frequent gambling visitor to Havana and was on the last flight out in the final moments of Castro's revolution.

It started with a little tickle... (or was it a little scratch?) in my throat. Ignore it. Within an hour, there was no denying. It was my winter cold 2016.

With the recent spate of deaths; Bowie, Rickman, Margulies, Frey, and now I've just heard of Bowie's drummer Griffin, founding member of Mott the Hoople,  passed away on Monday, I find myself getting melancholy. I know that as we get older, time moves faster and statistically more deaths occur. Also, as I become more and more present and conscious, I am more aware of mortality. Sandy Denny, talented British composer and folksinger, wrote a beautiful song that I find soothing: Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

  I am a big baby in two aspects of my life, my birthday (which I have already blogged about) and taking care of myself. As my husband who is a doctor will attest to, I very rarely go to the doctor (other than my annual check-ups) and, when I do, I complain incessantly. When I get sick, I revert to a whiney, whimpering ten year old girl.  

I was so fortunate to experience a beautiful expression of love and commitment last night...Paul and Victoria's wedding. They shared their vows with their children and special friends reading lyrics from Yes, The Cure, Peter Gabriel and Led Zeppelin. Each one of their children spoke eloquently either at the wedding, the cocktail reception and the party.