The railroad tracks suffered damage from the severe cold. (Good lord, I've linked to local news.)
I missed my PT appointment when the train I was sitting on (in two coats - another failed attempt) was postponed in its departure and made local.
Here you go.
But I had places to go (time to kill, having missed the PT but being expected somewhere two hours later) and people to see.
Australians to lunch with!
And, so, after killing some time (there is a fellow who sets up shop at the long table at the Pain Quotidien near my office, who is known there by name, who I must learn more about) I met them at this adorable place.
I got to meet the absolutely gorgeous Duyvken and her daughter and sister and have yummy lunch and delicious cider and just sit and enjoy their company.
My Australian friends use the word gorgeous in a completely different way than New Yorkers - lunch yesterday? Gorgeous.
And after, cozied up in our warm little house, we unwrapped our Australian presents, savoring each bite.
Violet Crumbles are the best dessert.
I never have lunch "out." I'm a sad desk lunch person most of the time. I'm still addicted to pink oranges and Kind bars and that usually counts as my lunch. But, one day last week, after running downstairs to pick up lunch for a lunch meeting for the boss, I decided to return and eat lunch at the counter. Alone. The cafe staff was shocked.
For you?! the beautiful French cafe owner gasped, and you're staying?!
It was for me...and I stayed.
I'm stingy with my money but this might have been the best nine dollars I've spent in a long time.
My favorite salad is the salad made by anyone but me and although I have no problem with the seven dollar name-your-contents-we'll-throw-it-in-a-plastic-bowl-for-you salad, this salad was a thing of beauty.
There were some valentines in the office and chocolate in reception.
This beautiful young woman was the sweetest valentine.
She read and smiled and seemed to radiate love on the filthy, overheated-yet-surprisingly-chugging-along railroad.
We don't do much for valentine's day at my house.
We know how we feel.
Heartfelt thoughts and pretty wine.
Pretty wine with kooky birds, apparently.
And, speaking of kooky, I feel obligated to share a few things. Some left me near tears with laughter.
I SO could have died today.
I love this lady and freely admit to dancing on the subway and at crosswalks.
I love this too. Anna Wintour's face is just...I cannot even.
I am angry that this is even a conversation.
26 pictures that will give you some peace for once in your life.
K is busy with applications and interviews. We wait and hope and try to be grateful and patient.
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.