July 29, 2008
technological difficulties
i can't figure out how to cross chicago off my to do list but i've been there and done that and here's a picture to prove it (building in background was one of the few to survive the great fire of 1871)
it is HOT and i feel like carrie bradshaw typing this missive in my underwear in front of an open window
I walk around the city all day with my rollie bag filled with wines, absorbing the heat through the soles of my shoes (I am not even being dramatic--my legs are hot to the touch by the time I get home) and by about 5pm today I was exhausted. I thought I would get an ice cream cone before hoping on the subway home and wouldn't you know it, the soft serve I got from the most grumpy ice cream man ever was super soft. Think ice cream soup in a cone. So, I sat on the edge of a planter with my pathetic excuse of an ice cream and let a few tears escape. Who should walk up but a security guard to ask me and a few other seedy looking folks to keep moving. I almost lost it and my growing love for this city. I wanted to drop my wine bag and run. Instead I headed down into the ground, to be assaulted by even hotter air and hoards of people all in a hurry to get home. After an endless subway trip home (me, folded up like a pretzel and squeezed in among the other hot, sweaty people) I staggered into the deli below my apartment building for some nice cold beer (cans mind you, never glass when you are carrying them up six flights of stairs). Well, the usually grumpy (a theme here?) man at the cash register gave me a nod and a smile of recognition and suddenly my day was better. It may have been the promise of a cold beer but that small gesture and the feeling I had of belonging changed my entire outlook. This city, despite the occasinal melted ice cream, always manages to offer up something wonderful that keeps you coming back for more.
July 26, 2008
July 25, 2008
July 23, 2008
July 22, 2008
July 16, 2008
July 13, 2008
Verde
Drove back from Ithaca through the Catskill mountains and down the Hudson River Valley. The landscape is breath-taking, so lush and green. And the Hudson River, wow. I haven't been to this part of the world in several years and yet I spent many summers here throughout my childhood, visiting aunts and being shuffled from one end of New England to another. Somehow I had forgotten, living in Southern California, how much I love this landscape. How beautiful the old farmhouses are; with big front porches and sagging steps, stately old barns and crumbling old stone fences. I am so happy to be re-connected and have these images fresh in my mind!
July 12, 2008
July 11, 2008
The Irony is Not Lost on Me
Sitting in Port Authority eating White Castle burgers and reading "The Soul of A Chef."
July 8, 2008
July 7, 2008
Ways to Charm Me
Donut trucks in the morning, ice cream trucks in the afternoon. This city knows what's up.
July 6, 2008
Philly Rocks II
July 1, 2008
Thinking
I can't really tell if I have a tan on my legs or if it's just dirt from walking around the city all day. Maybe that is the NYC tan?
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