The view from my window. Gray skies, frigid temperatures, snow on the way.
Not the best weather in which to explore Brooklyn.
I had to have my coffee this morning without half and half because I haven’t had any time to shop.
Why, you ask?
Well, my bus into the city was delayed. It arrived on time at our bus station and a long line of us stood outside in the cold waiting to get on. It became clear, very quickly, that something was amiss. We could hear the bus driver yelling at someone – he was telling someone he either had to get off the bus or he would call the police. Over and over. After about five minutes, said person tried to get off the bus, fell, and hit himself on the head. He was completely and totally drunk. As he fell, his paper bag broke open and about 10 beer cans fell down the steps to the ground.
So the driver had to call the police and an ambulance.
And there we waited.
When we finally got into the city, the car service that was supposed to pick me up wasn’t there. I had informed the company manager about the delay in my arrival, but still – no town car. Again, frigid temps, with me standing outside trying to text the company manager, which necessitated removing my gloves. I actually got worried about frostbite, my fingers ached so much.
Finally, the driver came and off we headed to Brooklyn. In rush hour. On a Friday. The Friday of a holiday weekend. It took forever. I quickly realized it would have been easier to navigate to Brooklyn via the subway.
Got to the apartment building, which is very nice, and the company manager met me there.
We couldn’t get the door to the apartment open.
And, of course, I had to go to the bathroom.
Finally, after more than a bit of panic, we got in and figured out the trick to unlocking the door.
By this point, I had to be at rehearsal in a half hour, so I grabbed some food to go.
That’s why I have no half and half this morning.
Not that I subscribe to these things, but it was Friday the 13th.
Another view from the window. I’ll be pulling down the shades shortly because it’s too cold and these windows have a lot of glass.
The apartment is nice, smallish – about the size of the apartments in Hartford – and it’s owned by a guy who frequently travels for business, so he rents it out to the theater. Very guy-ish, sleek, modern, Ikea furniture. But it’s pretty quiet for a place in the city and I slept well on the bed and there’s a nice big television (though I doubt I’ll have time to watch it.)
It’s just across the street from the theater so it couldn’t be more handy, especially in this weather!
So, I’m going to get going and run to the market for a few things.
I miss my husband and doggie. You know, I really don’t like being away from home. Don told me that Scout kept standing by Don’s chair in the living room staring into the den. The den is where I hang out normally. She was looking for me.
Waaaah! I miss my little girl.