Friday, November 20, 2009

Violet and Elsa

Friday, November 20, 2009
Waxing Moon
Uranus Retrograde
Rainy and cool

Woken up by a leaf blower at 5:10 in the morning. Not amused. Will file a complaint with City Hall.

I was a guest about the topic of Finding Time to Write here on Wednesday — check it out and leave a comment!

Yesterday’s trip back was okay. Up early, got some work done in the hotel, back to the great cafe for a huge breakfast — totally in love with their Western omlettes, and the corned beef hash was pretty darned good. Read the paper and got some more work done. I LOVE the print edition of the WASHINGTON POST. Some of the best writing out there. They’re one of the few papers who print multiple facets of a story in an article, rather than only showcasing a single point of view.

Washington, DC style has evolved a lot in the past few years. Everyone looks really GOOD. The women all wear flats, but they’re gorgeous flats. The clothes are simple, chic, tailored for both men and women. They all wear clothes that actually fit, instead of stuffing themselves into sizes that are too small. They don’t carry anywhere near as much as New Yorkers do — Washingtonians maybe have one bag, whereas New Yorkers usually have three. I wonder if it’s because Washingtonians have shorter commutes?

Once I got the Metro sorted, it was pretty good. I finally went to the Metro Center Sales office on Tuesday morning, explained what I needed to do and asked for the best type of ticket. They sold it to me then and there, and I had a ticket that I used the whole trip, as often and at any time I wanted, and I even have some money left on it for the next trip.

The Metro runs well and is comfortable. I still prefer the metros in Prague and Montreal, but this one’s pretty darned good, too.

I sent an email to NY’s MTA while I was in DC, with a return-trip question, and got an email stating it takes 15 days to respond to email. You’ve got to be kidding!

I stopped at a sandwich place on the way to the bus stop to pick up lunch. They were still serving only breakfast at 10 AM and started arguing with me, saying I should order an egg sandwich. I explained that: A) I didn’t WANT an egg sandwich, and B) that’s not something I could have with me for hours on the bus. And they kept arguing. So I walked out. I’m not going to give you money for something I DON’T WANT.

We got to the Megabus station early and managed to get on the 10:30 bus instead of the 11:30.

I finished NEVER AFTER on the bus back, which was lovely and charming, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I highly recommend it.

I also read Juliet Blackwell’s SECONDHAND SPIRITS, which I really loved, too. A paranormal mystery that’s clever and interesting and avoids cliche.

We got into NYC at 3, hopped a cab (cab in the rain, it was definitely my lucky day), and managed to catch the 3:37 out of Grand Central, which meant we were home around 4:30.

The cats were happy to see us (okay, Violet wouldn’t speak to me for hours, but the other two were happy) and everything was fine. Sorted the mail, ate a little supper, unpacked, because there’s almost instant repacking to do.

NONE of the man-with-van places I contacted before I left got back to me, so I guess the furniture swap is not happening next week before Thanksgiving. You’d think, in a recession, these guys would be happy for the work. I’ll have to check Angie’s List — that’s supposed to be a good place to find reliable people.

Three boxes of books arrived while I was gone — an astronomy book from NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, a box of books about Victorian times from Strand, and a box of assorted cooking, pirate, knitting, photo books, et al from Edward R. Hamilton. My next round of research is set.

Back to the page. I have a lot of writing to do, then some stuff to deal with that came in the mail, and some errands to run — I’ve got to get everything sorted for the trip to Maine next week.

Have a great weekend, everyone!