vacation.

This week I will be visiting the fine island of Martha's Vineyard for to sort through my childhood. In preparation for the emotional drainage/because once I get there I don't have internet, I will not be posting this week. Please take some time to mull over my whopping 13 previous posts.

(image courtesy of kennedyartgalleries.com)

tardy visual friday.

This post is tardy because last night I had a party.


Now I want to sleep forever.
(dog courtesy of dog-birthday-parties.com, lady courtesy of bitsandpieces1.blogspot.com)

theater(re?).

This evening I sat through a reading of a play. While I enjoy most things that take place on a stage, and understand that there needs to be readings in order to help the playwright with his or her "process", some do not understand the fine art of initial edits. 2.25 hours of a possibly amnesiac sailor and his exploits in an unknown city. Wow.

The setting might have been Europe (discotheques were mentioned), and it seemed timeless until blogs were mentioned. Each actor reading had a few parts to play, though they all blended into one as the soft bearded man had a penchant for "voices" and the less soft bearded fellow favored ironic tones.

There were, I must admit, some good lines in the show, none of which are in my mind at this moment.

It was raining as I left the theater and I was dismayed to find out that the milkshake machine at McDonalds (my focus during the entire piece) was broken. Slightly damp, with a runner-up McFlurry in hand, I went home now fantasizing about tea and a bath.

I haven't indulged in either the beverage or act of warmth because I am still stuck on the one thing I learned: having one character absorbing another is an unoriginal thought (something unknown to me when I used it in my own work).

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happy place.

Today I'm a grump and haven't the energy for a full post. Visual Friday comes early? Maybe.


I wish I could fall asleep at my desk.



And dream about a day here.

Close-up:So much frolicking.

(painting courtesy of philsmith.us, flowers courtesy of dailyyonder.com)

soggy.

Today I failed at dressing myself. This happens almost every time there is inclement weather... somehow I believe sneakers, jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt are appropriate for a rain storm (I mean, there's a hood, right?). Even when I take my first step outside and it becomes glaringly apparent I've made a mistake, I don't turn back. This morning I glanced at my leather purse on occasion and wondered how well it would shield the electronics inside and sloughed to the train.

It's cold for a summer day and I cannot help but be a little peeved that I have to spend my time at work, rather than in bed with a book and a movie and computer solitaire. My mind is wandering to the fires we had in our fireplaces when I was growing up (I use the plural not because I had several in one home, but because I lived in several houses). Fires are the best and, like hot baths, even acceptable to me in the summer when it's raining and (relatively) cold.

I don't put my wool sweaters away when warm weather comes because of days like today. If I were home, I would put one on (inevitably overheat, take it off, get cold, put it back on, etc) and make myself a cup of tea.

Instead, I'll keep opening, closing, and re-opening Facebook whilst trying not to think about my soggy toes. Oh, and do my job.

(image courtesy of pachd.com)

nighttime.

This weekend I was reminded of my favorite part of living in New York City: driving over the bridges at night. I love crossing the (Manhattan, Brooklyn, Williamsburg) Bridge, looking at the skyline lit up, and thinking: this is my city.

Usually I make the trip by myself from the back of a cab. The night is just starting and I have decided to afford myself the luxury of basking in anxious anticipation of what's to come. This past Saturday, I was crammed into the back of a friend's car and closed my eyes as the wind streaming through the window whipped my hair around.

Both scenarios are fantastic, and it seems as if I can only describe them in cliches.

Luckily, to offset the loveliness of the first ride is the inevitable second ride of the night. This one is taken to ensure I actually get home. I don't so much gaze at the scenery as glaze at it. By the time I reach my bed, I get to remind myself: "Whatever I did tonight is okay." Which is not so much part of my favorite bits of living in a city as it is a necessary one...

(image courtesy of visuallee.com)

visual friday.

It would be nice to live behind a turquoise door.


Here is the kitchen of such an abode.


The bedroom would look like this.


Welcome to the sunniest of backyards.



I have encountered each of these places in real life and it is nice to think about bringing them all together. Sometimes I think that is what true happiness is: taking your most pleasant moments from always and living in them all at the same time.