Tuesday, May 19, 2009 B
"Hot, Hot, Hot"
"Hot, Hot, Hot"
Meanwhile, here is a piece that is part of a project began in February:
I decided the way the wall hanging looks 'as is' was sufficient, but the pendant needed polishing. The jeweler would not take it on, I had to do it, and it took many, many hours. I'd gotten the front to a decent state, but wasn't quite happy with the back. A couple small imperfections still exist, but Julia assured me they weren't really noticeable. So I put the bale on and wore it for the first time today.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
(From the moleskine...)
One thing for which I'm grateful is I was able to travel on an earlier flight to Phoenix. As it cost nothing more, I jumped at the chance.
The lady waiting next to me has lost her silver bracelet. I have a watch from my Mother, which Julia had sized to fit her. Unfortunately, its band is so large, it slips off my hand, so I have it in my shirt pocket. Either shirt or skirt pocket will do for it, (the Tilley traveling skirts have those hidden zippered pockets to protect it...)
(We've boarded the plane...)
Are we there yet?
9:50pm - New York Time
The plane landed 5:15pm NY time, but it took some time to get to the hotel. The first shuttle bus they sent, (not the usual 'Super Shuttle', some other company), was uptown bound, not downtown bound, so I had to wait another twenty five minutes. It's a long way to Manhattan from the airport. En route to the hotel, along with several custom tailoring shops, I saw no less than three eyebrow threading shops. The young black driver spoke half English and half Jamaican French to his sweetie, (via his 'bluetooth'' ear piece), as they discussed plans for Memorial weekend. He will have a nice romantic weekend. It won't be so for my plane seat neighbors. A young blond haird man and his small brown haired girlfriend were not having a good day. He kept ordering little bottles of scotch whiskey to mix with ginger ale. She drank only a few sips of water as they fought. He wants to go to college and to do so, he must return home to his parents' house. His girl will have to fend for herself. He thought Florida would be good for her. (A glance at his wallet revealed he's currently an Arizona resident.) He didn't say where his parents live, so I have no idea how much distance that would put between them. She was not happy. "Just turn this plane around and head back!" I heard her say. She wasn't being reasonable, either.
Meanwhile, the hotel room is smaller than last year's room, it has no sink, but is near to the restrooms. I'm glad I brought a large selection of nutty health food bars with me, (and I have some See's candy I bought at Sky Harbor airport).
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