This is one of those aspects that makes me think about what it would be like to have been born with it. Cancel - every aspect makes me wonder what it must be like to have been born with it, but this one makes me WISH I'd been born with it. Cancel that, though, because if you were born with it, you'd *just* think life was like that all the time, which of course it would be, for you - spontaneous little off-the-beaten-path jaunts somewhere with a good friend where you could buy yourself an amusing little trinket and then go and have fabulous foreign food. Day after day after day after day after day. Maybe I don't wish I'd been born with it because then, as my grandmother always said of a coat worn inside when you had to go back out in the cold, I wouldn't appreciate it. Anyway, to hell with the meaning of life. I had Venus in 12 sextile Uranus in the first today.
All YB and I were going to do was go for a walk in Central Park, unusual enough for me but I've just rediscovered it after 45 years as I've had relatives visiting from England. It was supposed to be a beautiful day and we were going to meet at the Boathouse at 1:30 and wander around a bit.
It wasn't a beautiful day. It was colder than it was supposed to be, and then YB was taking her nephew somewhere and I got it into my head than when JDG came to visit this coming weekend I'd go back on the bus with him to Cherry Hill to say hello to his mother and sister, stay a couple of hours and come right back to the city. He's coming on the Boltbus, which costs $1 if you make a reservation far enough in advance, so I was on the phone with him for longer than I wanted to be trying to get a reservation on the same bus he was going back on and getting so kerfuffled I was asking for a reservation for that day, Sunday, and everything was showing up as Sold Out - anyway meeting at the Boathouse at 1:30 became a joke and we switched to meeting at the Daffy's on 57th at Lexington at 2:30.
I went to the Container Store first, as I'm looking for small plastic bottles to put my super strong sunscreen in when I go to Spain next week. They had two ounce and four ounce, and of course I want three ounce, the maximum amount of anything you're allowed to take on a plane with you in one bottle, so that was fruitless, but I struck it lucky in Daffy's. They had longish black cotton dresses for $22.99 in the Junior section and I was able to squeeze myself into the XL, found a pair of M grey silk pants that looked as though they'd fit me, got four pairs of undies and then saw this completely tasteless and absolutely fabulous Betsy Johnson handbag that I can use as a carry-on - black handles, silver and black fake pony-skin body. I can take it almost empty and if I do get any loot, use the bag to carry it back.
By then, YB had arrived saying why didn't we go to Chinatown, which I didn't want to do at first as with great effort I've managed to get five pounds off my frame so I can even think about putting on a swimsuit and going to Chinatown always involves eating. Salt.
But we went, to our favorite vegetarian Dim Sum place, and had fried turnip cakes and green beans in fermented sauce with shitake mushrooms and they got it just right and everything was so so good, and then we took the subway off to our respective destinations and maybe I do wish I had Venus sextile Uranus natally.
The pants don't fit.
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