Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Our professor Dr. Sharon Latchaw Hirsch teaching a class in a pink blazer and a skirt separate. She usually wears her open toe low-heeled pumps with this ensemble. Wanda and Derek said they were taking an online art appreciation class and I was all in. I have never taken an art appreciation class and always wanted to. Then Wanda and/or Derek said they were taking the class online and the subscription costs fifteen bucks a month.  I signed up immediately and commandeered Tom to be my fellow co-ed.   We completed all 34 lectures in the course and I'm looking forward to commenting knowingly on art of all kinds. Henceforth, when I see a sculpture in the round, I will walk the whole goddamn way around it and study the pedestal before I make any premature evaluations. And don't even with the rococo. I can spot those cupids from a mile away.  Our professor, Dr. Sharon Latchaw Hirsch  certainly knows a lot about art, we appreciated that from the get go. But as the classes progressed, a

Hi there,   It’s been a little while, but I think about you and hope you’re doing well. Isn’t it crazy that it’s been almost fifteen years since we hung out together in Seattle?  I’m ok. Tom is good.  We just got back from visiting my mom and dad in the Utah desert. They retired a few years back and they are now volunteer park rangers. They go from park to park for 3-6 months per gig. They love it, but keep getting bizarre bacterial infections and unusual injuries resulting from life in a cabin in the wilderness.  Petrified Forest Desert Scene Recently, My friend Erin invited me to a polo match. (yes, this all connects, hang with me here).  I never attended a polo match before, so I asked her if I should dress up like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Interestingly, she said yes. Everybody dresses like that at polo matches.  So I went to TJMaxx and for $12.99 bought the hat with the biggest brim I could find. I swear it’s as big as a pizza.  Tragically, the day of the polo match, Erin’s h

  Dried Split Peas in an attractive little pile Yesterday I was halfway through a shower when all of a sudden, there was something digging into my heel. I lifted up my foot and picked off one (1) dried split pea. Later on, I told Tom about the split pea. I wondered where it had come from. The whole incident had a very mysterious vibe.  Tom immediately responded, "Do you think it fell out of your hair?" WTF.

The results of the dialect quiz I took For those of you who wish to validate that you actually live where you think you live, here's the quiz link:  https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/upshot/dialect-quiz-map.html The main reason "Philadelphia" is showing up on my results page is because of the "what do you call a sandwich in a hot dog bun" question.  I put down "hoagie." Even though of course it's a sub. Everybody knows it's a sub. But I felt a wave of Pennsylvania hoagie nostalgia when I saw the question and thus clicked on hoagie. In my defense, we had hoagie sales in my elementary school that paid for field trips. Maybe I liked field trips. I felt an obligation to my heritage to go with hoagie. And thus the Philadelphia. I also have a sense for why the Yonkers, which is probably code for "the Bronx." It's because my pop comes from the Bronx and he was a very prolific teacher of words to young me.  That's the thing wit