Heading To The City

This particular building features a bunch of name droppable tenants–not that I’ll be hanging with them.

perfect-august-day.jpgThis house is quiet. I am alone. Yet I’m still able to mess it up. How does that work? When here, is Helaine really following me around with a dust pan and schmata? I shudder to think.

I’ve got laundry going now. Towels are done. Sheets are just entering the ‘system.’ Why does drying take so much longer than washing?

A friend from California is visiting his dad on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Even in New York’s most depressing days it was quite the neighborhood. This particular building features a bunch of name droppable tenants–not that I’ll be hanging with them. I head out to visit him in an hour or so.

Meanwhile, it’s beautiful today–as uncharacteristic and August day as you might find. The Sun is beaming over pure blue skies. Pollution, haze and humidity have taken the weekend off. I’m thinking about taking the drive to Manhattan with the top down. On a long trip that’s often more appealing in the abstract than practice.

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