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Friday Night Dates


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For this evening, two tickets to the Morgan Library’s exhibit on Demon’s and Devotion, then Letter’s by J.D. Salinger, and if there’s time, Flemish Illumination.  After the Library we’ll have a picnic under the stars in Bryant Park: roasted chicken sandwiches with liberal mayonnaise, fresh ground pepper, capers, onions and thick slabs of New York Cheddar.  Dessert is a perfectly ripe orange, juicy and tart, a taste of home in this gorgeous city.

However, that image from The Hours of Catherine of Cleves does things to me that I cannot explain, so it’s absolutely possible that we won’t make it to Flemish Illumination, which is all right because it’s on exhibit until May 2 and this girl needs to get some financial planning.

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*she dreams in a ray of sunshine*

Valentine has taken over my writing spot for the week.  She’s keeping it warm for me.  My J-O-B has a lot of stuff going on and no one is more sorry than I am over the fact that posting this week will be very light.  Last night I was so tired that I fell asleep across the laundry pile I was supposed to be folding.  It was only eight o’clock.  The next three days will be equally long and exhausting, so forgive me if you don’t hear anything from me until Friday.

One day, maybe, in a land where dreams come true, I can spend all of my time curled in my blue chair, the morning sun warm on my back, while I write and write and write.  But until blogging pays the bills, it’s off through the rain and cold I go.