26 January
More snow!
It snowed all day, but not a smitch stuck. I have come to the conclusion that this is a mild winter disguised as a hard one, in New York, at least. City, that is. It may be a hard winter in the rest of the US, but in my little ten mile stretch of the world, it has only snowed three times, and each time it all melted within a couple of days!
We haven't had a real wintery winter in three years--the kind where, once it's over, you are surprised at the sheer size of the sidewalks because you are so used to just walking along a narrow track shoveled in the middle.
I mean, it's only January and Lord knows there's plenty of winter left and anything can happen, but yesterday I wore my gloves for the first time in over a week!
On Sunday, Nik dragged himself from his sickbed in order to go to the Pollack show at MOMA, mostly because we had left it to the last second, practically, and this was the absolute last time we could go, since he works Saturdays and next Sunday he has to worship the gods of Football.
Nik has a funny attitude towards museums, since he is very comfortable in them and around art and all, because his father is an artist, but he doesn't actually love them, due to being traumatized as a child by being forced to spend hours and hours at galleries and openings, bored to death and begging either to go home or for the sweet release of death.
I spent my childhood on soundstages, which is much more fun.
At one point, I saw a little boy fly into hysterics and be comforted in his father's arms, and I said to him "Look familiar?"
"God, yes!" he said, with great feeling.
We went through the show, which was as crowded as the zoo on a summer afternoon, and I really loved everything, then he bought me some postcards, since I have to have postcards and I didn't have a penny, and then we went down to the restaurant to get some food before tackling the permanent collection.
Unfortunately, after eating was when he, in his flu-ridden condition, re-succumbed to illness and flat out refused to look at any more art, deciding to go home and collapse instead. I didn't mind, since I saw the permanent collection only a couple of months ago anyway.
He was soooo sick, in fact, that he elected to stay home in bed yesterday rather than tramping out into the snow and going to see the SAG movie with me after work, which was At First Sight, a movie that looks so utterly soppy and manipulative that, Val Kilmer or no Val Kilmer, I decided that I didn't particularly mind skipping it myself.
I hope my horoscope (below) is wrong, as I haven't enough room as it is! No arrivals!
Today's horoscope:
News of expansion in the home arrives--a visit, plans to add on, a new child, pet, or other arrival.
One year ago today:
"How the hell can I do that when you're turning my eyelids inside-out?!"
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