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Is that how you spell that?

Here you all are, thinking, I'm sure, that I'm recovering from the loss of Dear Uncle Frank - and truly, Uncle Frank was a very lovely man and cherished by many, but I have to tell you: I had only met him once.
The truth of it is: I spent Saturday driving and Sunday food shopping and preparing for THE STORM OF THE CENTURY and I did not write any posts.
We got our groceries nice and early, I got some chores done, K cooked an incredible meal of some kind of Anthony Bourdain pork and potatoes (the latter were smothered in French cheese and had bacon in them) and we waited for the snow.
It started at about 8:00pm and by 9:30 they had closed our schools.
But what about work, I hear you asking...and the train...the commute?
Well, K had today off, so he drove me at the usual time and I got on a train and it left a wee bit late and did, strangely, sit in a tunnel for a while - but I got to work close to my usual time.
Ah, but THEN...the snow fell all day and no one else came to work and a couple of co-workers sent me notices from the railroad.
Scattered delays.
Equipment problems.
Signal failures.
Canceled trains.
Fortunately, I was very busy at work (it took me three hours to switch some meetings around, IMAGINE?) and didn't pay much attention.
An email from my boss at around 1:00 said he would be fine with me leaving early, but I had things to keep me busy until about 3:30.
And then I got one more email about the train and I left at 4:00.
JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!
The railroad canceled all the Tuvalu trains and re-routed all the others and I caught the very last train.
Such luck.

And what was the city like all covered with snow? BEAUTIFUL.
And in the beautiful city, all covered with snow, everyone was in a different mood. We were all snow trekkers. We were all in it together, going about our business in our snow-suits.
People were more jovial, people were more adventurous, people were more child-like.

I had the best soup from my cafe. Ten vegetables. They put olives in their tuna salad too. And, because I order food for meetings from my cafe, the owners put my lunch together extra quickly.

On Friday, the French lady who owns the cafe was wearing the best silky dress with big slouchy over-the-knee suede boots. She looked awfully good. And, do you know who was IN my cafe on Friday? You think for a little while....













Uma Thurman.
That's who.
I was perfectly composed and only a little creepy whilst I stared, hard, at her, to be sure. But, sure enough, it was Uma.
I was very, very good and got my sandwich and walked past her without so much as a second glance. But I can tell you: she is one of those people who is unbelievable looking - just sitting there with a sandwich and a book.

Just you wait. I'm going to tell you about some things I bought at the Gap.
First, though, I think I'll have some baked ziti. And wine. Red wine.