18 Oct 07

13 Oct

Caught - finally, and not until Anna spotted me while on her run - a cab to 125th Street, and called Kevin to let him know which train I thought I'd be on, although I also mentioned that I really wasn't sure I'd make that one. I didn't say anything about it to the driver, but he very clearly made an effort to move quickly, so when we got up there, I thanked him for the quick ride (and tipped him extra). He laughed and informed me that he'd heard me talking, and he didn't want me to miss my train! Stick it in the file, under a special heading for People Non-New Yorkers REALLY Think Are Going to Be Rude - Cabbie Section....

10 Oct 07

Called Dr. P. with some questions about the "top ten programs," and was told that "I know it would be hard," but that she had let a State professor know her "cracker-jack student" was up-and-coming within the next couple of years - and she meant me. Holy crap.

8 Oct

Remembered, having seen some deer crossing signs and having been inspired to think about driving around Pennsylvania, when they used to put red dots on the deers' noses; was as delighted today as I was in 1984 or so to find that someone still does.

7 Oct 07

6 Oct

Got a pedicure, and sat next to a) a man who was b) wearing a Huskies shirt. Ha, ha, and more ha - is that a sign for Kevin??

5 Oct 07

4 Oct

Went to Miss E.'s retirement party, which would have been lovely in any case but which became particularly amusing when she of the silver-striped red hair came up to Anna and me as though she were about to ask a question. "Oh!" she announced, "I saw you [that is, me] on the curb at the corner of Waverly and Greene... this was Tuesday at 5:00, I was coming out of class... and you were talking to this GORGEOUS man, with a beard [insert goatee-size jaw rub here] and you were just LAUGHING...." At this point in the conversation I really WAS laughing, and Anna jumped in to add, since I was otherwise engaged, that if she'd been talking to him she would have been laughing too because he's funny. By this time I had stopped cackling enough to respond with an explanation of who he was and how long we've been going out, which tripped her up for a quarter of a second (ha!) before she rolled right on with commentary about sparks and how much I was obviously enjoying myself. She's right, of course, but it amuses me no end to think that she looked hard enough (or thought about it long enough!) to figure it out. Or am I that obvious...?

3 Oct 07

1 Oct

Stopped to get a sandwich from that nice Italian deli near my apartment. I teased the usual guy about how much fun he was having climbing up and down to fetch various blocks of dairy products, and he answered with a sigh that it was better than sex. Of course, I told him if it was that much fun I'd have to start working there, which he greeted enthusiastically. His answer to my comment that my current boss probably wouldn't appreciate being deserted? "Don't worry 'bout him, we'll put 'im ina rivva. What's he gonna say from the rivva?" Ha.