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Armed with sustenance for my husband, I’m heading into Manhattan this morning. Officially, I’ll be there for work, but I’m also happy that I can grab a bit of time with Don. And it will be a bit, as we are on different schedules. Tonight, when Don is home from rehearsal, I will be watching Anastasia  again and taking notes. Tomorrow, when I’m free during the day, he’ll be at rehearsal and I have to do a little coaching at the theater between 5 and 6:30.

But we will get to spend some time together tomorrow night, then I head home on Friday.

Only a few more days in the rehearsal studios for Escape and then, next week, they will move to the theater. Busy times!

Rick and Doug had to be gone all day yesterday, so I stopped by their house to walk Sam and play with him a bit. He’s so adorable. We walked through the woods and to the pond, with Sam grabbing a stick for the journey. (He loves walking with a stick in his mouth.) Lots of energy, lots of tail wagging and, when the stick broke in two, he managed to get both of the sticks in his mouth for the return journey. We played with one of his toys for a while when we got back in the house. And then he licked me all over my face.

What a sweetie.

I didn’t watch the speech last night. One thing I knew for certain: a traitor to our country would do nothing but lie. And, of course, that’s what happened.

#Resist.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Potpourri on Wednesday

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• And now it’s cold again. The wind kicked up last night and with it came a drop in the temperature. We’ll be in the thirties today and tomorrow. Another warm-up on the weekend, then back to cold, then a warm-up…you get the picture.

The slab of ice is shrinking a bit, though you would think after four days of unseasonably warm weather followed by lots of rain, that it would have disappeared. Nope. That’s how thick it is. I hacked at the edges of it yesterday afternoon, breaking up whatever I could, but the central part of the slab is still going strong. It’s not giving up easily. Will this be the “Winter of the Ice Slab?”

The sun just made an appearance. Huzzah!

• I’ve been watching Grace and Frankie (just a bit at a time, I like to extend the pleasure) and David Letterman’s interview with Barack Obama, both of which you can find on Netflix. It’s articulate and funny and serious and it makes me long for the days of a presidency that was reasoned and sane. (Side note: I haven’t been able to crack the Pete Souza book yet. It’s just too painful.)

I bought Fire and Fury  by Michael Wolff (about the Trump administration) when I was in the city and I’m just about ready to dig in.

• Observation: why are the nails on my right hand (I’m right-handed) longer than the nails on my left hand? Every nail on my left hand has broken recently, but not so for the right. Wouldn’t you think the hand I lead with would have the broken nails? Hmmm.

• I stocked up on groceries yesterday and grabbed some things for the apartment, as well. After spending a few days there, we realized that we didn’t have a vegetable brush, a dishwashing wand (the kind you fill with dish soap), a steamer – that sort of thing. Don doesn’t have time to hunt down these necessities as he’s in rehearsals all day long.

• While there, I noticed this in the dog toys section of the store:

As if I would let my beloved Lambchop be chewed up! I mean, really! I rescued her, brought her home, and she has joined her fellow Lambchops upstairs in the bedroom. They’re getting along famously.

• The newest season of Schitt’s Creek  starts tonight on Pop (a cable channel). I love that show.

• Oh, and I made Cloud Biscuits last night. Comfort food.

• Speaking of comfort food, last night Don said wistfully, “I wish I had more of your cookies.” He means the chocolate chip cookies I made last week. I can take a hint. More cookies on the way.

Happy Wednesday.

 

 

On the Cusp

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Yesterday it snowed all day long, but there was only an inch or less accumulation – just lovely snowflakes gently falling. And the light! It was amazing.

Including the sunset:

I amused myself by baking, which seems to be my activity of choice on snowy days.

Don has started to call me his Linzer Tart. He’s darned cute, that guy.

We’re on the cusp of a new year. I wrote about my reflections on 2017 earlier this week; you can read them here. It will be a low-key day here at the cottage. We never do very much on New Year’s Eve – in fact, I can guarantee we’ll be in bed by 10:30 or 11:00.

The giant sansevieria is blooming – if I lean in, I can smell the lovely scent of these blossoms.

Speaking of heavenly scent, I’m immersed in it as I write this.

Rest in Peace to Sue Grafton, author of the Kinsey Millhone series. I’ve read every one of them, starting with A is for Alibi  back in the early eighties. I read Y is for Yesterday  when I was last working in Hartford. She never got to Z. But, oh how much delight she gave us over the years with a truly strong female protagonist.

Dear readers, have a lovely New Year’s Eve, whatever your plans. Be safe.

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