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Aug. 11th, 2010 | 08:09 pm
mood: jubilantjoyful

I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and saw the exhibits on the progression of fashion on American women, excerpts from the Ramayana, the wonderful bedrooms of 18th Century France, an assortment of NYC photographs from the late 60's/early 70's, and a giant bamboo structure where I chatted with one of the builders about the various tools most effective in trimming bamboo.  In case you're wondering, pocket knives are not considered the most effective.  Jigsaws are too noisy for Met patrons, but electric clippers are really awesome, and a bargain at only $1,200.00!  He gave me a little carved piece of bamboo as a memento since I was his most entertaining conversation all day.  

Then I walked home through the summer afternoon in Central Park.  Watching the tourists patiently sweat and suffer in the insufferable heat.  Brides waiting for the perfect photo in the shade as they try and blot their melting make up.  A rustling caught my attention and I saw a turtle cruising along the edge of an area with tall grass.  As I observed him I noticed that the markings on his head perfectly captured the patterns of the grass behind him.  Even the way the light illuminated the grass and the slight iridescence of his markings was perfect.  I could almost watch his head disappear into the grass.

Upon my return home I had a productive bout of laundry and grocery shopping.  I joked with the butcher and bought my organic ethical food.  Then I brought in the half dry laundry and draped and folded and arranged. Having the inside of my apartment look like the inside of a Chinese laundromat is not ideal, but it will have to do.  I can never wait for dryers to finish.

I just finished making dinner of  spicy Italian sausage on a bed of chard greens sautéed in garlic.  I've plated it on top of crispy potato slices and sautéed onions with chard stems in a balsamic glace.  I plan to dine on the roof as some of the heat drips from the day.  

Once I've digested it will be time for yoga and perhaps some piano and then to bed.  Maybe watch the last episode of Mad Men or an old Katharine Hepburn movie.

I must remember to do this more.  To do the things that I love all the time and make me smile and make my life and day feel abundant and full.  These things that make me joyful.

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in the gloaming

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from: roaming
date: Aug. 12th, 2010 01:53 am (UTC)

Sounds lovely, if sweaty/drippy. Ew. Mugged by muggy weather. (Hmmm, wonder if that's where the phrase "muggy" weather comes from?) I'm hiding out in the house these days, all four a/cs set to 69. I know, not ecologically ethical. Neither is me passing out, though.

I'd keep piano playing to a minimum in the evenings when tenants below might be home wanting to unwind after a long hump day of being mugged.

Dinner sounded delish, and fast too! I'll have to learn how to "glace."

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