Day 20 of hotel living, albeit a suite.
The view from my current perch on the sofa. I move back and forth between the sofa and the chair. Neither are back-friendly. After a period of feeling achy in one, I move to the other, ever hopeful that somehow it will have magically become more comfortable.
Right now, as I write this, I’m listening to the slamming of doors out in the corridor. Hotel room doors are loud.
I have a stack of NY Times Crossword Puzzles in that pile on the left. I recently subscribed to them online. They keep my brain sharp.
We went to Target and, you guessed it, Trader Joe’s on our day off. I forked out for new slippers as my old ones were full of holes.
The bedroom. I often write notes to the cleaning crew here telling them not to change the sheets. It seems like such a waste of resources and time for them to change the sheets every day. I make the bed on those days and leave a note on the duvet. Sometimes I just hang the Privacy tag on the doorknob and save them from having to clean the room. Last night, I broke a glass and had to have someone come up and vacuum up the mess. I wanted to grab the vacuum and do it myself. Oh right, this isn’t my home and that wasn’t my vacuum.
Cluttery desk. Books to read, stapler, various thingies needed for my work. Chargers. Sunglasses. My trusty canvas bag with script, umbrella and wallet.
Morning view outside the living room window.
Must have Peets French Roast Coffee. Must.
I’ve been crocheting flowers for the garlands I plan to sell in the Etsy Shop. But it’s slow going. I’m usually so tired at night that I can’t even contemplate crocheting.
The cable channels choices are terrible. If I constantly wanted to watch ESPN, I’d be in heaven. Last night, thank goodness, Modern Family was on. One of my former students, Abraham Higginbotham, is a producer and writer on MF. Then I watched The B in Apartment 23, which is not my cup of tea, but another former student, Ray Ford, has a recurring role in it and I’m thrilled for him. (They’re both earning more money than I am.)
It’s a nice room as hotel rooms go. But it’s still a hotel room.
Tonight I’m going to watch a performance of Bell, Book and Candle which is currently running at the theater. Two of my friends are in it and it will be fun to see them again. I was supposed to go last week but then we had the Riley emergency and I wanted to stay close to my phone.
Happy Thursday.
