Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Flying Through Time
Lots has been happening at ye olde homestead. Above is my new drop leaf table from Old North State's moving sale. Now I can have dinner parties. Maybe. If someone comes and cooks. I just love how the morning light comes through the bamboo blinds and settles gentle...on the cat hair, as this is Scooter's favorite place to lay on her back and hope for a scratch from passing humans. I love to arrange the rooms in this cottage of mine to look welcoming, like Martha Stewart would have 'done' them. Lovely book filled living rooms where no one sits. Gracious and cosy dining nooks where no one eats. A kitchen full of hand thrown ceramics that gather dust. Meanwhile I spend all my time eating and making books in front of either the tv screen or this computer. Where do others find the time to cook and entertain, and most importantly, dust?
Since the last blog we have gone to New York City, the Big Apple, Hell in a Handbag.
But the next day we drove relentlessly towards THE CITY. I just am not a friend of NYC especially after I had been worn out by that day of intense teaching. Things got darker in my head as we went through the tunnel. We would be robbed, murdered, my car would be stolen, smashed, we would all end up on America's Most Wanted as victims of some henious crime, which I knew about as I faithfully watch CSI-NY several times a week.
We found the street on which our second choice hotel was located - in the East Village. The hotel was called Sanctuary of something or the other, so I figured we'd be safe there. Their web site showed framed pictures of Blue Krishnas in all the rooms. Of course I had not figured on our room would open right on the street right next door to the New York City Branch Headquarters of Hell's Angels!! In case you may think I exaggerate a bit...I had to take a picture, along with the rest of the tourists (who were allowed only two photos each by the thug who guarded the sitting bench in front)
There were a few other scary places - like the Natural History Museum which I have loved forever since I discovered Roy Chapman Andrews in my monthly selection of All About Books in the 1950's