Slept in today, and that’s not easy for me anymore; so for this I am grateful to the great gods of slumber.
I’m at the local Hale & Hearty having Yukon Gold Potato soup & a Boylan Black Cherry soda.
Black Cherry soda always reminds me of my constantly dieting friend Muriel. She used to bake apples in diet black cherry soda. And they were delicious!
I’ll be meeting my friend Lara for dinner later, and needed a little something to hold me over.
She mentioned that some awards show would be on tonight, but I have no patience for those. I want the names of the winners flashed on the screen, so I can read them and move on. The endless speeches with celebs thanking their stylist & make-up guy irritate me. Okay so I’m being a kill joy – let’s move on.
It’s a little less cold than it was yesterday, and I caught some random photos as I strolled along Broadway. A full fledged photostroll it was not, but maybe I will get some more shots tomorrow morning.
The contest over at daytrippers has gotten a good response, so if you haven’t entered yet please do. There’s a link in the sidebar, and at least one in the post.
This past week a woman was killed in my neighborhood. A car hit her and then ran. When I read the article online, she was only identified by her age. And I wondered how many people were calling female friends and relatives that age, when they saw the article.
It makes you think. I’m sitting here quite hale & hearty at Hale & Hearty’s, but will I make it home tonight? Dunno. This coming Tuesday will mark 20 years since my brother left this plane of existence. He would have been 46 this past July. As you may or may not know I grew up in a household of five: My father Nick, his mother Josephine, his younger brother Peter, myself and my little brother Joseph. I’m the last one. The youngest Joe died first at 26, and Grandma the oldest was last at nearly ninety-three.
I remember my brother and I talking once about death. I said in passing that being older I would surely be the first to go. He began to cry – I will never forget how that made me feel. It was one of the moments when you realize how much you matter to others.
JD Salinger also left us this past week at age ninety-one. He was on my ‘if only I could meet anyone I wanted to list.’. Catcher in the Rye is an amazing book. I have always been glad that one was never adapted for the screen.
Just got a call from Lara, so let me get moving.
Hope you are all enjoying your Sundays.
I thought I was one of the very few that was happy that Catcher in the Rye was not made not made into a film. It was perhaps one of the last great rite of passage books that means so much to people who ever read it. I am so glad that I had an English teacher, that gave us books there were not on the curriculum.
I’m waving from the back garden, over the dark night skies, where the stars shine so bright, to you.
This was a beautiful post, it “spoke to me” for some reason.
Hope you had a lovely dinner with Lara! I cant wait until my next visit to the city, so we can all get together for a meal again!