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NaBloPoMo Day 19: Man Ray at the Met

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My Met membership expired. I could certainly have renewed online but I never renew museum memberships online. I membership-max. This means that when my memberships expire, I let 'em be expired until the next time I go to the museum. Then I renew at the membership desk. Why pay for a month or three months of zero museum visits? Might as well just start the new year of membership at the most optimal moment, ie when I need a museum membership because I am physically at the museum entrance looking to get in. The only time this calculous changes is if you get a discount for auto-renewals and/or I'm guilted into it. A patron of the arts such as myself is susceptible to such mind games. Anyway, I had an appointment on the upper east side the other day and wound up literally walking by the Met on my way back. So I decided to pop in to see this Man Ray exhibit I kept hearing everyone talking about. Which meant I had to renew my membership. Which I did. It was really not at all exciting....

NaBloPoMo Day 18: The Neighbors we never met moved out

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  We got a lovely card in the mailbox from our neighbors we never actually met. In my opinion. The new neighbors moved in 7 years ago and we never, not even once, spoke with them. I'm not saying we were blameless in this whole affair, it's not like we sent them a basket of tea or some kind of welcome offering. But yeah. We never met them. But we did have many many interactions.  I walk around the neighborhood. It's my thing. I get steps in. And every single time one of them would drive by in their car, I waved. At first, they just stared at me like I was a lunatic. So I waved more aggressively. It became kind of a game for me to try to get right in their line of sight with a gigantic aggressive wave. After about five years of this hyper friendly waving, they started to, very tentatively wave back. A tiny finger gesture became a lackluster hand flap. I think that's where progress ended. Fast forward to when they moved out a few weeks ago and we find this note in our mail...

NaBloPoMo Day 17: Photos that were texted to me today

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  I think this is the program from a play at SoHo Playhouse that someone in my bookclub enjoyed. "Check out this bleeding heart radish" Right? I'm always up to check out a radish. Bruce is in Santiago Chile.

NaBloPoMo Day 16: Sunday Afternoon Vibe

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  Vacuum sealed bags and my Brother PTouch These are a few of my favorite things. I don't know how I lived before I got the label maker. And then after I got a whole bunch of those vacuum sealed bags, wow. What a powerful combo. Feeling really productive in my pursuit of maximum density living.  Carole would be proud of me. I've seen her watch someone put left overs into a tupperware container and then after they put their tupperware container in the fridge, she takes it out again and finds a more compact container with less air space. She's an unsurpassed master at spacial relations. I can't compete at that level but yeah. I'll undeniably give you a little stink eye if you throw a few fluffy things in a rubbermaid tub and call it good.

NaBloPoMo Day 15: Pocket Text from Kerry

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 I had a really nice lunch with Kerry and Lynnie the other day. So probably that's why I got to be the proud recipient of a pocket text from Kerry this morning.  No worries, I was right on it with my reply: you will never beat me in a game of these kinds of photos! Look friends, I'm masterful at accidentally taking photos. Half my camera role is shots like this. I'm unstoppable.

NaBloPoMo Day 14: Popped into the gallery down the block

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There was this first floor commercial/retail location down the block from us that sat empty for a hella long time. Like five years or more. At one point, someone wanted to put in a private club of some kind and host private "parties." I've never seen our block come together faster to make sure "parties" didn't happen. Nothing like an alcohol-infused late night "parties" anything venue to instill a sense of community. So fast forward at least a year and signs appeared announcing an art gallery was moving in. Exciting!  I swear two years later, the "coming soon" signs were still on the windows.  But then, at long last, the art gallery opened. Tom and I buzzed by on their opening night and the show and saw: it's certainly a sculpture. Although the inaugural exhibition in the gallery really did not careen down the middle of my lane, it still was definitely cool to have a gallery across the street.  A couple weeks ago, I noticed that the e...

NaBloPoMo Day 13: We saw a baby goat.

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 Not just a baby goat, this goat was 4 hours old. Literally this goat had been in utero until like just after lunch.  Mom and the goat. We were vacationing in Ocean City Maryland when this photo was taken. These people renting an airBnB down the block from us said they had to take the goat with them on vacation due to it being born while they were packing up the car to leave.  I don't fully understand this. We failed to ask sufficient questions. For example, no one asked where the Mom Goat was and why she was deemed incompetent.  Hopefully mom goat was home in the barn getting some much needed R&R, and this was not a scenario where the people down the block had just made off with a goat infant, 911 style. I bet AirBnB rules don't specifically forbid goats, so at least as far as AirBnB is concerned I'm sure these people down the block are in the clear.