the last sunday on the east coast. #aDayInTheCountry

a delicious and poignant and lovely day in the country for our last sunday on the East Coast.

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grand central station was lit up by the shimmery weak but welcomed winter sun. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

we stood awhile by the clock.

and thought of all the times we have stopped and thought awhile by the clock at grand central station since our first Ever trip to NYC in (can it have been that long ago?) 1996.

as well as All the Movies we have seen where characters stopped and waited for Someone Important by the Clock.
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hurrah!

and an hour or so later – there we were – In The Country. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a Friend (JW/1) and a dog (always important for Days in the Country to be Fully successful we think) – this one is called Arden. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a bubbling brook (not sure if we’ve heard a bubbling brook for an Age – probably not since England). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

and a hardy red rose peeping through the SNOW!

yes.

snow.

the Country had snow. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

there was a Pause by the stairs and a looking out at the trees while the kettle was popped on in the lovely big range kitchen and newspapers ruffled and sorted and Read Out Loud From.

beans on toast and more-tea-please.

and British Telly (giggles on the two couches).

with Lots of quiet talk and catching up and lovely connection and then……..
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and. we. did.

all will be well.

or so we believe.

did you have a delicious weekend?

tea? beans-on-toast? conversation?

do. tell.

 

to the country.

happy sunday darlings

we slept so beautifully because we went To The Country yesterday and took great gulps of that delicious air, strolled down the little main street (high street to our english friends) with white clapboard houses and picket fences (also in white – probably Wimborne White from Farrow and Ball if our eye was correctly adjusted in the bright sunshine of Connecticut and we’re not mistaken) and so many high bowery trees.

isn’t it lovely to get Met At the Station by Friends? (the J/W and J/W2 of Connecticut) – they sat waiting in a freshly-humming car with the windows open to the breeze as we approached, gift in hand (magic products – more on that later) – we had also dressed almost Too Autumn-ly – tis still a little warm but we are Ready for the long scarf around the neck in fetching cerulean shades and a long black thing from donna-karan to wrap around us while reading in the Train Carriage.

we went straight to Lunch and then took a wander around the town where a celebration (right choice of words? not sure – depends on where one was Raised as they say here) of the civil war was taking place – Quite by surprise (to us – obviously not to the Townspeople who had clearly been planning it for months, right down to the excellent snacks and cannon that shot potatoes)

yes.

there were people shouting on the village green in some re-enactment of events from far-off years gone past. and there was music. we love music. especially live music – a fiddle or two and a winsome voice. especially when we recognize it (Hard Times) from one of our favorite/favourite/choicest movies Elizabethtown – who knew it had such early provenance in the American history? It’s amazing what one learns on a day in the Country).

we digress.

again.

pictures?

of course!

and then we repaired back to the automobile and had tea chez JW1 and J/W2 – but of course it was the fine P G Tips. Some of us are English. Others are just Very Considerate of Englishness.

we sat on the deep comforting sofas with the windows all open to the cross breeze and talked quietly while enjoying the sound of a flute in the next door garden.

a lovely aspect

we said. looking at our situation all nestled between the woods with the magical musical sounds playing.

we almost forgot – just before the chaps drove us back to the Railway Station – we remembered our magic gift.

we had brought wish paper (have you even done this? we did it once in Silverlake at a late-night gathering by the night of the Full Moon and it felt Very Portentous and delicious) – you write a wish on the very thin wispy paper (for our british friends, it is the consistency of late 1960s Basildon Bond Airmail blue) and then light it and it flies up (or, rather worryingly, one of ours just dropped onto the floor and refused to even prettily flame before extinguishing itself – oh well – good to know) – J/W 2 had a Very Good one and it soared towards the trees and then down onto the gravel path capturing flames and dreams into a light lilac smoke. Lovely. Most Satisfying.

at the train station we unwrapped our egg salad sandwich from its splendid wax paper packaging and sipped a Perrier and mused on a lovely afternoon.

grand central station was still shimmering with chandeliers and people-with-parcels (it was still a Saturday, after all, time to stock up on supplies) and we were so energized by our day that we set out on foot (too mellow for the subway, not needing to be anywhere fast in a yellow taxi) and walked all the way down Lexington from 42nd to 13th at which point our feet complained mightily and we continued on, by cab.

but it had been so long since we had taken the time – a la flaneur – to drift down Lex and through the cinnamon hot air of Little India and past Temples of one religion, then another, and see the sunlight fall into twilight.

we kept taking the new grown up camera to try out different settings and found the Film Noir button on the Very Long and complicated Menu.

shiver.

but isn’t it marvelous?

the bucolic to the damned in one fine day.

only in America, darlings.

or perhaps if one had taken a train far into the verdant countryside of Germany and then back to the still-decadent quarter of Berlin one might have had a similar experience.

have you?

gosh.

do. tell.

 

 

 

 

good morning from new england.

we’re not in manhattan anymore, dorothy (although we will be back there after the strange and wondrous journey by commuter Train to Grand Central Station in a few short hours).

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we are Refreshed….

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and renewed…

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and with a Spring in our step, darlings.

A question…..

Earlier this morning, we saw people rushing out of houses like this….newspaper still in its polybag, coffee cup-to-go (with branding from an IT or financial conference)….

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….and, at the station, those cars that are built for dogs and children (not to drive themselves) and picnic baskets and wet ones/moist wipes in the glove compartment(and here in the country they probably Do Keep gloves therein) were purring by the gates as youngish men poured themselves out and through the barriers as a little girl screamed I Love You! and then the car was off, presumably to deposit the little one at school or ballet and the yummy mummy at pilates or to write her romance novel in the cafe by the river.

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then the train pulled up.

we embarked and dozed and picked up email and sooner than expected were thrust back into the cacophony of grand central once more.

a MOST interesting glimpse at a parallel life.

Most curious.

Back to hospital: more tests (followed by a Nice Walk)

after a Most dispiriting meeting, we were almost Relieved to spend the afternoon at the Hospital…

(and then, after Traditional Medicine took Yet More Blood for tests) we went uptown (after delicious lunch with jw1 who held our coat-and-bag at the Hospital – thank you!) for a Most engaging trip/experience/appointment with our alternative genius acupuncturist and Chinese medicine doctor for some soothing shaman style healing.

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Aren’t hospitals so Uninspired in their choice of paint shades?

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Unlike the genius sculptures which have appeared all over manhattan.

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We took the subway downtown and stopped for a lovely cafe au lait.

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The creme de cassis and grenadine were a Proustian moment of Visiting Relatives in France when team gloria (before we became gloria) was about 9 or 10 (when we had a nom de plume of Henrietta Clarke, actually, for some Shocking poetry).

We popped into this cafe while waiting for our refill #sigh of synthroid (quelle joy – has it been 30 days already?

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Delicious! But is Berlin still on hold, love?

Noel Coward, Yoda, C3PO, Asterix the Gaul – the many secret loves of an Executive.

such a delicious surprise!

a parcel arrived (and you know we Adore a Parcel)

and our executive assistant (because we are supposed to be an Executive during the daylight hours that is….) came in and we whooped when we saw it was a gift from ABM of delicious Noel Coward (at the BBC, no less) plays – Too Kind!

this made our day.

which, we have to admit, was Almost Ruined, by a thoughtless person who saw our poor slain neck and said (hold your breath for a second):

oh, that’s not so bad.

yeah, right, we nearly hit them too.

jeez.

we managed to extract ourselves without committing homicide (although we are well-versed in how to clean up a mess after watching the quite lovely Maria Bello #deepsigh in Prime Suspect – yes, after a few moments, one *almosts* forgets Helen Mirren as Maria makes it her own, completely) and told them in no uncertain detail about the five hour surgery and the painful glands growing and the calcium pills nausea – and then we carefully backed into our office and faked a phonecall (it was the best we could do at short notice and not enough caffeine).

you may have guessed – we don’t always Act like an Executive, with the whooping and such like (but people appear to enjoy our exuberance anyway, darlings)* especially when we ask them to blow bubbles (see below) before we start a “meeting” to discuss Very Important Things (that require sketching diagrams and such like – thank you jw1).

*the other Clue to our Not-quite-being-a-proper-executive (apart from the bubbles and whooping) are these, our workplace gods – the divine trinity of Yoda, C3PO and Asterix the Gaul.

we had several Very important Meetings today (with people who went into speaking Russian and German at crucial points during which, you’d probably be amazed to know, we didn’t get flustered – oh no, we are used to this) and we couldn’t quite meet Yoda’s dignified gaze as we said (with no sense of irony at all, just a broad smile and a head to the side charming-ness):

well, of course, as we said in Milan, earlier this year……

we Almost giggled.

but we didn’t.

because we are meant to say stuff like that at the Day Job.

we know. Quelle Glam.

wednesday’s pictures.

it’s Awfully Busy here at the Day Job so forgive our brevity.

a few shots. just to amuse you.

more words later.

we have jw(1) staying this evening (a small Geek camp over chez nous) for some plotting and we both have Very Early Business Breakfasts so we offered him the aerobed and the good (spare set) of (silky) linens. we do like being grown up enough to have not only several sets of linens but a spare set too. and they are very nice. we popped them on the sofa once for a languishing afternoon’s nap and novel-reading and they were jolly silky. hence why we call them the silky set.

the soy sauce bottle is from our delicious sushi lunch with SA – much talk of london, photography, dreams, galleries, famous lensman and a couple of lensladies (or lens_broads, more accurately) – splendid.

we Adore Plotting (as you know.)