Finishing up my yoga routine yesterday morning -- with the ol' standing forward bend -- I didn't realize that I had inched up too close to the marble overhang of the kitchen pass-through shelf and BANG! I hit my head on that shelf with a force that knocked me on my side. I rolled around in pain until I realized I was not going to pass out. (Today I cannot even comb my hair in that spot-OUCH!)
Later I was rinsing out a tin can that had contained Progresso Chicken Soup (you know, for my cold) in my tiny kitchen sink and SLICE! I had cut an inch-long slice on the top of my left hand just below the pinky knuckle. What to do? Will it go back together and stop bleeding? It would . . . good. But do I need a tetnus shot? How would I find that out? A call to my doctor in West Chester gave me the information I needed which was that I'd had a booster in 2007. Good thing our medicine cabinet is regular size and I had brought bandaids.
April 6, 2011
It Takes Energy to Live Here.
I have a cold for a second day. But I was determined to get out today. Got dressed, got on the elevator, walked through the lobby, said hi and bye to my doorman, and, even though it was kind of dreary outside, decided I could make the 13 blocks to the Japanese Museum before the rain hit. Three blocks later I was getting wet, and I dropped into a shop to purchase an umbrella. For $22 I bought an umbrella. (Isn't it true that umbrellas exist everywhere but the place you really need one?)
Anyway, three blocks after purchasing the umbrella, the handle broke. One block later, I realized my cold wasn't going to let me have a good time today. I turned around and ducked into a little pizza-by-the-slice place and pointed to what I thought was a tomato and basil slice. It turned out to be tomato and spinach. I'm not a fan of cooked spinach. I took my reheated pizza and sat near the window to eat it. I watched a fruit vendor sell everything from lemons to lettuce while I scraped off the spinach and finished my lunch. Before getting home, I returned to the shop where I bought my umbrella. The owner replaced my broken one with a new one that we opened in the shop before I left.
Back at home, I dropped on the sofa and took a nap. I'm exhausted just writing about it.
Anyway, three blocks after purchasing the umbrella, the handle broke. One block later, I realized my cold wasn't going to let me have a good time today. I turned around and ducked into a little pizza-by-the-slice place and pointed to what I thought was a tomato and basil slice. It turned out to be tomato and spinach. I'm not a fan of cooked spinach. I took my reheated pizza and sat near the window to eat it. I watched a fruit vendor sell everything from lemons to lettuce while I scraped off the spinach and finished my lunch. Before getting home, I returned to the shop where I bought my umbrella. The owner replaced my broken one with a new one that we opened in the shop before I left.
Back at home, I dropped on the sofa and took a nap. I'm exhausted just writing about it.
April 5, 2011
We saw this amazing musical, Catch Me If You Can, at the Neil Simon Theatre on Saturday. I must have spent 2 hours on Friday reading about the various shows -- there is so much on the internet including reviews and videos -- which makes it easy, but it is hard to stop! There are only a handful of shows I'm not interested in at all, so it's a good thing we're living here. The best of the best is what to expect here, I guess. No errors, no singing off pitch, no bad acting, amazing dancing, way cool set designs, pit bands, etc. Love it.
The High Line
The High Line is a train line that operated in the 1930s several feet above ground level on the lower west side. Thanks to a group of activists, it's being restored -- instead of demolished -- and turned into a park. You can read more about it at their top notch website www.thehighline.org. Our cab driver knew nothing about it, so it was good that Paul knew the cross streets. Worth visiting. We'll go back on a sunnier day.
March 30, 2011
Earliest Evidence of Writing
Here's a picture of one of the items on exhibit from the earlier post about the Pierpont Morgan Library. The red piece is about as big as a thumb, and when rolled on soft clay, creates this beautiful drawing. Isn't it something?
Tour of the Pierpont Morgan Library
Today I toured the Pierpont Morgan Library on 36th and Madison. My $15 admission included a headset and computerized audio tour of this awesome place. What an accumulation of wealth this guy had managed! The library houses thousands of ancient manuscripts, three original Gutenberg Bibles, original hand-written music by Beethoven and Brahms, etc.
My favorite items on display were the collection of "the earliest evidence of writing as manifested in ancient seals, tablets, and papyrus fragments from the Near East." Picture a piece of stone or marble the size of a wine stopper. Intricately engraved on to these pieces -- some as small as your little finger -- was artwork that, when pressed and rolled onto clay, made reliefs into the clay. The little clay tablets were used to identify personal belongings once they were dry. Here's a picture of one of my favorites.
On special display were a group of diaries from the collection -- all handwritten by famous and common people from as far back as the 1500s. Very interesting. I'm really glad I went.
My favorite items on display were the collection of "the earliest evidence of writing as manifested in ancient seals, tablets, and papyrus fragments from the Near East." Picture a piece of stone or marble the size of a wine stopper. Intricately engraved on to these pieces -- some as small as your little finger -- was artwork that, when pressed and rolled onto clay, made reliefs into the clay. The little clay tablets were used to identify personal belongings once they were dry. Here's a picture of one of my favorites.
On special display were a group of diaries from the collection -- all handwritten by famous and common people from as far back as the 1500s. Very interesting. I'm really glad I went.
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