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Some folks want a quiet little table in the corner, or maybe one with a view.
Me?
Like a lot of coffeebar frequenters I want one with some voltage – this girl’s cell phone needs charging.
I’m taking a rare two days to myself, and I started my day by working on some of my blogs. There’s a lot of behind the scenes stuff that needs a tweak or two.
After that I headed downtown to Macy’s to snoop for sales. I bagged three fall perfect tops that will work well through winter.
I need two pair of black jean/leggings, which I will pick up tomorrow.
I might take in a movie at 7, or go home and have a long nap. I haven’t decided yet.
How’s your Sunday so far?
Spotted on St. Marks Place
I found out about Wordle at Ivan Girl’s blog DEAR ME.
She and Mama Waples are the newest members at She Who Blogs
As you can see I went with quiet colors the first time around. The next one is going to have a bit more zing!
After an hour of rolling back and forth sleepless on my futon, I pulled on some clothes and headed into the night.
It was 2:47am so I didn’t go far. There’s a 24 hour bakery-deli-pizza parlor across the street. It’s fairly new, but honestly it was a dive from day one.
It was the perfect time to go. They were taking all the fresh baked goods out of the overn. My diet went all to H-E- double hockey sticks as I happily pulled a chair up to my late night/early morning feast. A warm from the oven poppy seed bagel with lox cream cheese, a real ginger-ale and fresh croissant stuffed with gooey chocolate.
Chewing with major pleasure and a tad of guilt I watched the night crawlers. That was dad’s term for the people who walk New York’s streets by night.
All the usual suspects were out. A weird guy dragging an overloaded luggage cart behind him. There’s always a weird guy with an overloaded luggage cart in these places. The guy in the corner talking to himself. The worn out middle-aged lady who works the late shift.
Traffic was surprisingly brisk, mostly yellow cabs, trcuks and rumbly 104 buses.
As I sat I played out an imprtant call I had to make in a few hours.
It was going to be all about empowering the other person to see things my way.
I played out a few dialogues in my head, and by time I was done so was my meal.
Fell asleep as soon as I got home.
At night the police escort over-sized loads over the George Washington Bridge.
This was the first time I saw subway cars.
You never know what’s next on the subway.
I’ve seen singers, drummer, hip hop dancers & even a magician complete with bunny.
I had to take this one fast because he got on just as I was getting off the train.
a walk around the Central Park Reservoir
Could have been a little smarter about the footwear. I forgot how dusty it is there.
Got my hair cut short by a totally cool woman with a mohawk on the Upper East Side.
No, I didn’t get a mohawk – just my regular do cut a little extra short.
Shopped for more deodoarant and stuff – I’ve spent a fortune in the last few days on incidentals!
Lunch was Asian & quite good.
Then home again to lie in front of the TV and just veg out.
And how are you?
I found this at The Daily Meme
Do you love the rain . . . or hate it?
I love the sound of rain pinging on the air conditioner, late at night, when I am in bed with the covers up to my chin.
I feel challenged by it during the day. The worse the storm – the bigger my urge to be out in it.
Had a friend years ago who told me, “When I see it storming I put the kettle on, because I know you’ll be by at some point.
Have you ever sung, danced or simply played in the rain?
I don’t dislike the rain enough to sing at it – I have a tin ear and a set of vocal cords to match.
Dancing? No not that either.
But I have walked for miles in it with my big umbrella and waterproof Timberland boots.
What do you like best about a rainy day?
The city smells cleaner during and just after a rain.
Have you ever thought about the rain (or a storm) as a metaphor for life?
Doesn’t everyone?
My favorite days are overcast ones. I don’t like direct sun, but I like it warm and breezy.
You could say I like my life like that too.
I prefer not to be in the spotlight.
It’s my daughter’s doggie – ain’t she something?
