Continuing Weather Angst
For Mainers, like myself, the old saying that “April is the cruelest month” is being amended this year to, “May is the cruelest month.” Aside from a day here and there of warm, sunny weather May has been dominated by clouds and unseasonably cool temps. I’m personally putting June on notice to bring a weather correction with lots of beach weather!
My Blossoming Garden
The nasty weather has been offset by my cheerful city garden, which is now bursting with color. I live right across the street from a hospital. Last summer when I was watering my garden two nurses in scrub suits stopped to tell me how much they enjoyed my garden, adding that they regularly looked after it, picking up debris like discarded beer cans and fast food wrappers. I was very moved by this unexpected generosity. City living often pleasantly surprises me.
A Favorite Antique Shop
I never tire of visiting the neighborhood antique store, “Found.” It’s so crammed with items I can barely get around and when I do move about, there’s the danger of knocking something over and breaking it. The eccentric, charming owner always greets me warmly, happy to answer my questions. He seems to love displaying his extensive knowledge of antiques. My mother was an antique dealer and collector. A big dividend to visiting “Found” is to re-enter her world.
Reflecting on Trump:
Lately I’ve become concerned about the prevailing tendency to report on Trump in terms of his latest buffoonery. While this is valid, my concern is if all we do is focus on his ineptitude, we’re losing sight of efforts to resist him. I know lots of folks are religiously organizing, but my fear is that this message is being lost in daily accounts of Trump the clown.
The Big Apple This Weekend
I’m very excited to be taking off for Manhattan momentarily where I’ll spend the weekend with an old girlfriend. We have a full agenda, which includes the Whitney’s biennial, Irving Penn at the Met, dinner at Prune, a favorite village restaurant, and the new off-off Broadway play, “Sojourners.” In anticipation of our marathon walks, I packed a new box of Band-Aids for any resulting unhappy feet.