Out and About

There are no locks on the outside nor inside of my apartment.  I am free to come and go as i please.  However a couple of my loving friends and more than a couple relatives have suggested maybe i should get out more and interact with people. Sooooo......

This morning i arnicaed my hands and shoulders, took my acetaminophen, inhaled my Combivent, grabbed my cane, and left.  Two Harriet Doerr books and a beloved  Laura Childs mystery are on the hold shelf, at the library, waiting for me.

The town is a mess.  Police are on every corner, barricades are going up for the two "runs" scheduled for this weekend and the chatter is all about the state of the universe.  I want escape.

The route on the bus to the library is always interesting and has been a source of entertainment for me since my arrival in this city.  We ride through the middle of Times Square.  Tourists abound and are usually fun to interact with and to help and assist if need be. The Chinese immigration building,  (i don't know what it's called officially) is on the west side so the going home routine often includes a bus full of Chinese with their families, both little and big and young and old. Today was a day for me to enjoy being out in the world.

After picking up my books at the library, i stopped at BCBG MAX AZRIA.  The clothes are fabulously designed and styled.  I love seeing them. BCBG is high end, out of my price range and body type sizes, but i love it anyway.  Usually when i enter i am ignored and really don't care. Today after seeing a particular styling technique in the window,  I go in and am greeted and helped. My questions were answered, i was shown the elevator so i could go downstairs to explore more of the beautiful designs. My artists soul  was satisfied in that store today. Sean Combs had a store too for a while that i would go too.  I was always treated with respect.  I often wish i had purchased a t-shirt or two.  I loved his designs.  It was a men's store but who cares.

I then make my way back to 42nd street, grab the bus, and  after assisting a young family with a stroller and a baby and watching Times Square pass by, i am home.

The writing class starts in a couple weeks.  There will be opportunities to be out and about with young and old alike.  I'm excited, however meeting new people has always been difficult for me.  I've never been comfortable with small talk.  It's not that i'm not social. I'm not exactly sure why it is that i like alone time so much.  I want to write. One can't be around people and write.  It's a solitary activity.

I show up, do the best i can, one day at a time.  I'll make more of an effort to interact.  That's my new plan.

The Point

The Daily News Sunday Funnies is my choice for bathroom reading material.  Some of the current comic strips are a mystery to me--i don't understand them.  It causes me embarrassment to admit that I'm not hip enough to under stand the abstract, but it's true.

However---Last week in, Between the Lines by Max Garcia, was a drawing of two pencils.  One was a new #2 non sharpened pencil who's bubble held so much dialogue that i was tempted to skip read.  "So i woke up this morning decided to check the weather,but then i remembered that Becky had told me that it was suppose to rain, so i just decided to brush my teeth instead of checking the weather. But before i did that, i decided to make some coffee, but.....

The second was a sharpened pencil who's only words in the bubble were "kill me"  I got it.

On CBS Sunday Morning there was a tribute to the great Roger Ebert.  "He always made his point" the reporter reported.  He did indeed.

An aside piece in the Daily News Vue by Don Kaplan is titled  "CNN misses 'The Point' ".

All of a sudden i realized my blog often doesn't make a definite point. The point being--i don't always make a point and that's the point. Lesson duly noted.