Above the Park

This photo doesn't do the garden justice. I'm dining at the 8th floor cafe at Saks and have a bird's eye view of the skating rink at Rock Center, and above that, two rooftop gardens. They're lovely
formal affairs, but I find it interesting that the occasional garden visitors don't seem to be nearly as fashionable as the lunchtime crowd in here. Yet I doubt any of the garden strollers wish they
were here instead, primarily since I doubt they even know this cafe exists, let alone that we can watch them like ants under glass.

Sleeping On the Ceiling

We have been eagerly awaiting delivery of the new mattress we purchased back in December. I knew what headboard I wanted, just where the bed would be positioned, what I would hang on the wall above the bed. But now I have to rethink everything! This bed is so high I must hop up into it, and I'm not short! It's a good thing we have 9' ceilings! For scale I took this photo showing the nightstand we used with our old bed; it's top was even with the top of the mattress. Clearly, I need to find an alternate solution.

Food Poisoning-Shmoisoning

On Tuesday night I got sick from eating food for the first time in 11 years! I could hardly believe what was happening to me! I vomited, had a fever, ached all over, couldn't eat, didn't have the
strength to get out of bed. Unpleasant and wholly unexpected. I'm out of pain now but still exhausted, although I did manage to take a shower. Stepping on the scale I expected the small consolation of temporarily having lost weight. Alas! Am I the first person ever to emerge from food poisoning and GAIN weight? Now that's adding insult to injury.

Sheik Chandelier

With considerable difficulty, I installed this chandelier in our bedroom. Terry and I imagined what the inside of an arab prince's tent looks like (based on little more than our imaginations ) and agreed that I would decorate the bedroom with that in mind. Now that I don't have to work in the office anymore, I've started to fix up the apartment. This fixture is the first item I've selected for the bedroom.

Just Like In The Movies

Whew! When we arrived at Richmond airport at 4pm, our 5pm flight was cancelled. Since the worst of the storm had not yet reached town and the next flight wasn't until 7:30 we decided not to hang around since that would probably be cancelled too. So we set out to drive. At 5:45 we weren't even to Fredericksburg due to poor road conditions, but Terry got the idea to abandon the drive in DC and take the train. I called from the car and reserved two seats on the 8pm Acela. We thought we could go 40 miles in two hours no problem. Then problem! We still weren't at the station at 7:30 but we were close. I was in heels so we made a plan that Terry would grab our bag and run to pick up the tickets and I would go right to the platform. I arrived as the train was boarding, and saw Terry running the length of the station to catch up. We jumped in, found a seat and sat down breathless. Then the train pulled out of the station. Just like in the movies.

Crazy Necklace

Isn't this necklace crazy cool? It was one of my many impulse purchases today (I also got a matching bracelet and ring).

Accessorize!

What a good day! Got a haircut, met a friend for lunch, then went shopping. I stopped in Glad Rags to find out what season consignments they're accepting, and wound up walking out wearing a necklace, bracelet, and pinky ring that all match my outfit perfectly. Very satisfying.

Now THIS is an Aisle Seat!

I prefer aisle seats, but I've never had a seat quite as *aisle* as this!

The Joke Becomes Reality.

Terry had asked me what I would do if the dirty laundry ever backed up all the way to the second floor. Well, it's no longer a theoretical question. I open the cabinet doors then gape in horror as I watch clothes falling, falling relentlessly from the chute in the ceiling towards my head. I try to close the doors to keep from being buried alive, but it is no use.The best I can do is hold the doors slightly shut and body block the torrent to keep it off the floor. Kids, don't try this at home! Sometimes I wonder exactly when did my lifeskills deteriorate to the point where doing laundry might actually kill me.

Bull Market!

Wow! A double toro! Just the thing for the stockbroker in your life. . .