>Then I realized I had 1 tampon left. Yes just one, oh if this grosses you out just leave! Come back tomorrow.
So I drove to Target to buy some more. They didn’t have any. I don’t mean they didn’t have any at all, just none of my favorite brand. I was annoyed. So I bought a box of Cheerios. Didn’t want to waste a trip. Then on the way home I swung by CVS.
They had none also. So I had to buy another brand! It was very upsetting and it better never happen again.
>Yesterday I made a quick trip to the city just for the morning. I don’t normally make such a long trip to just go to a store, but I wanted to return the boots. I was fretting of course, but not only did they exchange them, but they were super nice about it. Even bringing me the size in between to make sure I got the right size boots.
Then it was on to get some Atomic Fireballs. No I do not want to blow up anything, except maybe my mouth. I’m talking about the candy, which I found at a store in the Lower East Village. As I was walking back to the subway I saw a little market, which I walked in to see if they had my tea and also found Gluten Free Crackers. Happy me, its the little things.
Em and I went to a party Saturday night and neither one of us was happy at the end of it. She made fun of me and then complained cause I was drinking Vodka and got a little out of control. Someone told her to get over her phobias, which she thought was cruel of them. I thought that it was cruel also, but if she wants me to jump to her defense she shouldn’t laugh and make me feel stupid. Especially in front of other people.
She sent me an e-mail about it, which I didn’t answer, I was asleep when she sent it and saw her first thing in the morning, when did I have time to? I was all snuggled under my 4 blankets sending out drunk tweets.
According to WeatherBug this morning it was 5.2°F (-15°C) with 4 mph WSW wind it felt like -3.5°F (-20°C). I can’t tell you how cold that is because I was not outside at the time I got that notification. When I did go out at 9:00 a.m., I a can tell it was freezing! Brutally cold all day. At 5:30 p.m. it was only up to 18.7°F (-7°C). Spring can’t come soon enough for me.
>Saline is wonderful stuff.
When we were kids we used to gargle with it when we lost a tooth. I’ve also heard it touted as a treatment for sore throats.
My piercer recommends it for cleaning piercings.
It works well for washing the snot out of your nose. Oh should I have said mucus from your nostrils? Same thing.
What? You want more? That’s all I got.
>The perfect week
My week started with finding out a dear friend’s husband had just left her. Then on Tuesday, a day I was planning to return some boots and get some candy for Em. Instead I ended up in the Beth Israel emergency room.
Then when I went to work Friday I forgot to take the boots to return. I was at work fretting about forgetting the boots when I got a text from Stitch telling me the driver side mirror had been hit and was broken.
So now I need a new mirror. It can wait, do I really need to see where I’ve been?
I hate cars.
>Sometimes when I’m bored I go through my SPAM mail. I always wonder why there are e-mails from Zales, iTunes, Sephora, Sony, Land End, WeightWatchers and Victoria’s Secret in my SPAM folder, since I also get them in my regular inbox. I’m thinking maybe there is something different about this e-mail address or maybe there are too many links in the e-mail? Since I normally just delete those e-mails I don’t think about it too long.
Then there are all the ‘earn cash’, adds for Viagra and Cialis (don’t use), some guy named Michael who wants to send hundreds of hits to my website so I can make hundreds of dollars, (is this blog considered a website?) and the matchmakers who have found 3 matches near my zipcode (its always 3) and someone who thinks I can read Chinese (I can’t, I can kind of sort of read Spanish). There are also the foreign government officials, or their wives, daughters, mistresses, dogs, cats (o.k. I made those last two up) who want me to launder money for them.
However, when I was reading how to get my Ђ 650,000 Euros from the lottery in the Netherlands that I didn’t enter, G-Mail flashed a big red warning across the top of the e-mail saying not to click any links or give them any personal information, which kind of bummed me out since to get the prize I had to tell them:
1. Name:
2. Address:
3. Age:
4. Sex:
5. Marital Status:
6. Occupation:
7. Country of Residence:
8. Nationality:
9. Telephone Number:
10. Fax Number:
11. Draw Number above:
12. Next of kin
I also wasn’t supposed to discuss this with anyone, for security reasons and unscrupulous elements. I guess I’m not going to get the money.
Seriously, you really shouldn’t open SPAM e-mails, definitely don’t click on any links in them if you do and don’t believe them when they say they have money for you. It is a scam. It is best to just leave them where they are, in the SPAM folder where they will be automatically deleted. I opened them to provide you with this information and to protect you. That is just how much I love my readers. (I also used my work computer, why not infect the State of New York’s operating system? So much fun.)
>Tuesday I kind of got derailed with my blogging, I took stuff to work to take back to the store, then there was a thing that happened at work, so I ended up at the emergency room and didn’t get home until 2 a.m. My phone battery and my iPod Touch batter both died, I was so bored just sitting there.
Wednesday I just slept in and then kind of did nothing. I started downloading apps for my iPod touch and now I can read Kindle and Nook books. Both free apps. I started cleaning up my Sony Reader library and was quite surprised to see it was almost midnight. GULP. Well, I must go now. Tomorrow I will try to catch up.
>There are probably some people who will say I shouldn’t be talking about ‘retail therapy’ on Martin Luther King, Jr’s Day, however, if not for this day, I would not have been able to engage in this therapy. I would have had to go to work and who knows how the day would have ended.
Em had her nail appointment and I had no idea what I should do. Since I had been looking for boots online I decided I would see what I could find in the city. Here’s what I did, I signed into ‘Yelp’ and looked for shoe stores. Then I looked for one that was close and had 1 dollar sign. I found Bonito Shoes on 6th Avenue near 38th Street. I didn’t check the reviews, I was looking for cheap. Every pair of boots was $40. I bought two pairs because the pair I was looking at online was $80. However, when I got home I discovered that one of the pairs was the wrong size, so tomorrow I have to go back to the store. I also got a little blister on my foot since I wore one pair all day.
Em had a groupon, but she decided she didn’t want to walk all the way up to where the restaurant was, so we just walked about until we found a nice little restaurant, publike place. It was called Papillon; 22 E. 54th St; New York, NY 10022. It had your standard burgers and salads and suchlike fare. Plus the best pumpernickel rolls you could ever hope to have, anywhere.
After that we went to ‘5th Avenue Chocolatiere’, which for some strange reason is on 3rd Avenue, not 5th. Em wanted to get chocolates for people at her office, she kept saying she was going to buy the peanut butter and coconut chocolates. I asked her for the chocolate gun and handcuffs. I had to settle for a chocolate covered pretzel with mini M&M’s on it.
It was a good day, a day that got worse when I saw the wrong size shoes, then got better when I saw an e-mail from my friend, “Darling we are alright.”
Happiness.
>Today was church and I was there. I always try to be there, I became a little slacker and now am making a concerted effort to go every week. I missed last Wednesday for a combination of reasons. So when I noticed my friend Emilia was having a rough time, other friends crowding around to support her. I wondered what was up. I got a little annoyed since it was obviously something big, like maybe a death in the family, I figured it had been announced Wednesday and no one had bothered to tell me. I racked my brain trying to remember if both her parents were alive, then I figured, oh it couldn’t be one of her family since she’s here, it must be a relative of Wayne, her husband.
After services were over I walked over to see her, everyone was hugging her and as I stood next to another friend who put her arm around me, I still had no clue. But I was the good friend and hugged her and pretended to understand and know, know what?
When Em and I were getting ready to go to the gym, she told me what had happened, “Wayne’s gone.”
Gone. Gone as in just gone. Just packed up his stuff and left Emilia and the church community and everything. They had been married for a while when I met them, over 20 years ago, they must have been married for over 30 years. They were always low key about things like their anniversary and stuff.
How does someone do that? After 30 years just pack up and leave? “Oh its been fun but I really have to go now.” “This has been a nice experiment but I don’t think it’s going to work.” “You’re a really nice person but I just don’t think we’re compatible.” “I really do love you but I don’t think I want to live with you.” After 30 years? I can’t wrap my head around this, I’m pretty sure Emilia can’t either. I mean, I don’t know how she was in private, but she was always super nice to everyone. There never seemed to be any real problems between them. Maybe that was the problem, no conflict, no excitement, maybe he just got to bored to stay.
As I was sitting here thinking about this and thinking about another person who might have lost her home, I realized that I am a horrible person. These people’s lives are falling apart and I’m complaining about my cold toes!
>On a book website that I frequent, I met a woman named Ló, we had the same taste in books and for some reason, became closer then some of the other women on the site. She was living in Brazil and frequently mentioned how hard it was for her to get books. Many times she had to pay more in shipping then the cost of the book. When I finished a book I liked but didn’t think I would re-read it, or just to make room in my crowded space, I would send it to her. She always wanted to know what I wanted back, Postcards I told her. I love postcards. So she sent me postcards from Brazil. I even posted them on this blog, here and here.
A few months back she told me she was moving, she wasn’t happy in Brazil, she and her husband were making plans to move. I was sad that I wasn’t going to be able to chat with her as often as I had been, different time zone and all. Then the week before her planed move her beloved cat died. She was very distressed by this. Yet, she remembered me and asked if I would like her to send some postcards from where she was moving to. Here is one, I got it last week.
Yes, Australia, she moved to Australia because she lived there before and was happy there. I sent her an e-mail telling her I got the cards, and that I loved frogs. She sent a reply apologizing for taking so long. Then no more e-mails, which didn’t concern me, I figured she was busy with moving and settling in and so forth. Meanwhile I watched the floods on the news, in Australia. Then it finally hit me, how close were the floods to my friend Ló? I looked at the postcards:
Queensland, then I googled Australia flooding, Queensland. Shit. I feel like such a jerk now. I am not really thoughtless, just clueless. At least that is what I keep telling myself. My niece says I am extremely self-centered. My niece is a bitch just like her mother. That is being kind.
Now I am worried about not hearing from Ló. It has been 8 days since she e-mailed me. I sincerely hope that the reason she hasn’t e-mailed me is she hasn’t had access to a computer, not anything extremely worse. But I keep thinking maybe she got swept away. I’ll never know if that happened since the only way I have of contacting her is by e-mail.
The self-hate has begun.
>It was 7°F this morning, that’s -13.8°C, no I don’t just know this stuff I use a converter! You maybe wondering how cold is that?
It was so cold:
… by the time I got from my door to my car my fingers were hurting.
… by the time I finished scrapping the frost on my windshield you could have broken off my fingers.
… by the time I got from D.D. to my car my hot coffee was now iced coffee.
… by the time I drove to the gym the remaining frost was still frost.
… I washed my hair at the gym, by the time I got to my car my hair was a block of ice.
… there were reports from Connecticut of frozen titties. (credit for that goes to @alisonfaye
Some of those were made up. What outrageous things can you think of?
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 