Dr. Joy Browne

ok, sorry i've been missing in action and i promise to be more diligent in terms of making blogging more of a priority so i don't disappoint. give me til monday, ok?

no excuses: yeah i know, moving, yadda, yadda, time change, yadda, yadda, flu, yadda, yadda,..but still. seen lots of theatre lately, like five plays over the weekend, some really good stuff, mostly off broadway since broadway is on strike as you're probably aware. don't miss michael cumpsty as richard iii on 13th street and i liked secret order at 59 e 59th. had a lovely dinner with a cockroach (won't mention the restaurant since it really was lovely and they were frightfully embarrassed). can't believe next week is thanksgiving, yea gods and then you know what is just around the corner (speaking of which fred claus is better than it should have been). what's your stance on buying stuff at street fairs? -- no not food. it's just such a fun way to shop and it seems sorta fun.

i swear, i'm going to call the mayor's office and put together a treatise on manners at the theatre for parents and kids. it's not the kids' faults, it's parents who think their whiny tots running commentary is too precious for the rest of us to miss. bah humbug.

last nite, a really cool organization called face to face that does plastic reconstructive surgery on women who have been beaten honored me which was lovely. getting there was not....the driver who collected me how no idea how to get there, nor did i and he kept hollering at me to give him a street address (it was at a hall in eisenhower park in fresh meadows or something...i live in nyc...i need a shot and passports to go thru a tunnel or across a bridge...) i told him he should call his dispatcher to find out directions. it took nearly a half hour to get him to at least get on the l.i.e. he spent fifteen minits telling me i was rude. i ignored him for ten or so, then called his dispatcher and said i didn't need this. we got stuck in traffic for three hours with the event planners calling every half hour to figure out where i was. it became clear, that not only did he have no idea how to drive or navigate, but also, couldn't see, so i was directed to the place via by cell phone by our hosts and telling him when to turn. he kept missing turns and we were nearly wiped out by an suv when he swerved after missing yet another turn-off. the only reason i can blog today is that there was a grassy median rather than cement or it would have been good nite irene.

lamentably, he waited to take me home and even tho returning included a gps and well marked signs, he again kept missing clearly marked turns. i had decided to sleep on the way home until the gps kept saying, "recalculating". figured if i wanted to arrive home in one piece in this century, i'd best navigate.

just before he dropped me, he said, let's be friends. right....as long as i never have to get any where near your car ever again.

i promise my blogs will become a bit more upbeat as soon as the packing is finished, next week.

oh btw, if you're trying to find me, they switched the time i'm played in nyc til nine and nite on 710 wor, tho i still record from noon until three, so feel free to call at 800 544 7070. relatively easy to get thru these days. you can still download me for free to your ipod, go to drjoy.com and i'm streamed online nearly 24/7, on wor710.com from noon to three and six to nine and then nine to eleven, so don't be a stranger.

human beings are homeostatic by nature; i.e., we tend to be change abhorrent, even those of us who see ourselves as thrill seekers. for those of you who are used to hearing me in nyc from noon to two, you can still hear me on line and call me, but the program will now be carried in ny from nine to eleven p.m. so you can call in and then hear yourself later. for those of you who listen in different markets, you hopefully will continue to listen and to call. the downloads to your ipods are still free and i'll be streamed from noon to three and again from nine to eleven. never a bad idea of check drjoy.com for upcoming events including a bunch of personal appearances, movie and theatre reviews and my latest spa experience to recover from the dreaded moving experience. it never rains, but it pours.

ok, i admit it; i'm incredibly whiny today. the cause? i love my apartment and i'm moving...where has all this junk come from and and how did it get so filthy...people have been asking if i'm sure i want to move and i have been ambivalent 'til now and today, i would happily burn the whole place to the ground. talk about your basic letting go! clearly packing was invented to allow you to move on.

people's reactions in my building have also been fascinating, especially if you're a psychologist, which i happen to be. one of my neighbors came and gave me a hug with tears in his eyes and said what a friend i'd been, a couple of the guys said they won't help me pack 'cause they don't want me to go -- and then there is the insult scenario: you'll hate the new place, you'll never find a better building, the building won't be the same now that your eccentricity is gone...eccentricity...? i wash, don't own even one cat the don't hear voices coming out my faucet. i felt like i'd jilted him.

the local thrift shops adore me, and the idea of nice and clean and new is fun. but man, the boxes and the tape and the purging, ain't.

for those of us who are healthy, throwing a back out is a dramatic and humbling reminder of how hard and debilitating it is to live with pain and even when it takes me twenty minutes to stand upright, i remind myself that it's temporary, has happened before and will pass, eventually, but mamma mia...thank heavens for health cause if you're healthy, you've got time and if you've got time, everything will work out.

love, love, love this time of year. went to penn state tailgating for the second time. makes me long to be closer to my alma mater but incredibly glad i'll never have to be an undergrad again. too much insecurity. i love being an adult even with wrinkles.

i'm about to move and while i don't think of myself as a packrat, boy do i have a lot of stuff. when i start out, i think, well...maybe...by the end of the evening, everything gets tossed. got some free time -- come help me wrap china or maybe throw it at the wall. i'm going to simplify, i swear.

sorry, it's been too long between blogs, but i promise to try and keep up though i should probably be packing...any excuse to not wrap and box...reminiscent of baking bread rather than writing my thesis. thanks for being patient with me.

ok, my little chickadees: i was hiking in the adirondacks and then doing the morning show, up at 3 a.m. as well as mine and the blog got back burnered. please forgive. summer is nearly over and i, for one, love the fall. ok, so i was born in october, but still, dependably good weather every place.

doing the morning show gave me a chance to appreciate my own gig, tho other than the hours, it's much easier than my deal. having a co-host is fun, but don't look for me to do a change of venue anytime soon. i'm one of those folks that like shaking things up every once in awhile, either to learn new things or appreciate the old.

loved the hiking; i smile everytime i look at my grubby little hiking boots which make mountain climbing so much easier, especially going downhill; sneakers are too darn slippery, and i'm sorta klutzy.

looking forward to football, cool temps and cleaning out my closets. if you haven't checked out drjoy.com may want to do it for theatre and movie reviews. gotta decide whether or not to do a new book this year. whaddya think?