Let battle commence. Edited to add: Two torch patrols tonight and the enemy's capabilities have not been underestimated. Both beer traps have been dug up. One of them moved 30cms and not a drop spilled. Many, many little black slugs were apprehended while climbing out from under the boards. The leopard slugs were patrolling the paths. But incredibly it turns out they are the gardener's friend. They eat other slugs! Who knew?
I had only ever seen his Rotunda Chandelier at the V&A in London before this.
A regular stop off for coffee was either Bluestone Lane Cafe,
or Jack's Wife Freda near our Airbnb apartment in West Village.
It was a very convenient, if pricey location.
Last year we stayed in Brooklyn and had a lengthy commute
for Manhattan sight-seeing.
I was grateful to be able to avoid the subway in the great heat.
We were alternately roasted or frozen on the journeys
that made walking too arduous.
Ten miles was an average daily hike,
not always intentionally!
I was pretty struck by the contrast in fortunes of NY residents
we observed on the streets and in the subway,
especially when we saw women begging (panhandling) with children.
A complex issue.
Manhattan was full of the loud, exuberant, tattoed, opinionated, striving young.
I wondered where all the people my age were.
People who didn't litter their reportage with 'like' and 'literally'.
One very elderly woman in a restroom in the Strand Bookstore
eyed me exhaustedly in the washbasin mirror and said,
'Isn't it horrible out there?
The subway is just dreadful.'
I smiled sympathetically, nodded my agreement,
and we went our separate ways.
We had a rendezvous at a ramen cocktail bar in Harlem to make.
A young person suggested it and took us there. We would never have dreamt of going down into the dingy subterranean bar of our own accord, but it was really good fun and watching the barman constructing the cocktails in front of us was like a cabaret act.
and could neither absorb nor discharge any further information.
I understood how it felt.
There were 8835 messages there going back eight years.
Of course there must have been many more.
I certainly do delete as I go, but for some reason
these had resisted the routine culling.
It was, and is, a sobering experience. All life is there, from the mundane to the momentous. There is no easy way to approach this task. I cannot risk taking out the box wholesale. I have found some vital documents and some useful contacts. I have been reminded of happy times and sad.
The computer has dropped a couple of dress sizes and is feeling more comfortable, but I must press on. We're aiming for a size 8. People send funnies, and each of these links was opened and examined. Mercifully many of them had expired. Here are a couple that were brought blinking into the spotlight. You'll notice a commontheme:
Retiree Bathtub Test
During a visit to my doctor, I asked him,
"How do you determine
whether or not a retiree should be put in an old age home?"
"Well," he said, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the retiree and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," I said. "A normal person would use the bucket because it is bigger than the spoon or the teacup." "No", he said. "A normal person would pull the plug out. Do you want a bed near the window?"
If it goes quiet again, you'll know where to find me.