Sunday, June 14, 2015

24 hours in the city

Leslie doesn't have the most fun job in the world, but it provides her with one of the coolest apartments in one of the best neighborhoods in Center City, and I get to stay there when she goes out of town.  Free room and board downtown!  It's the greatest gift ever.  She was away with the boy over Memorial Day, so I spent part of the weekend at her place.  Poor Ron couldn't come with me--it was a gorgeous weekend too.  Truly a tragedy.

I carried my camera with me everywhere on Friday, but I didn't take a single picture.  I hate it when I do that.  That damn thing is heavy and it gets in the way, but if I don't feel like seeing anything then I simply don't see.  I really felt like being lazy, so I just wandered wherever I wanted.  I had a Verde gift card from Leslie burning a hole in my pocket, and I didn't feel like bringing it back home.  Even though my day to day life is anything but orthodox, something still felt rebellious about just doing whatever I wanted away from home for six straight hours.  I don't think I looked at my watch once that whole afternoon.

I made myself take pictures on Saturday because I knew I'd be angry with myself if I took nothing the whole weekend.  All of these are from Saturday.

Part of the agreement to stay there was to water all the plants on the deck--the bells in that steeple ring pretty regularly. Love that.

Also, I guess these apartments across the way are finally inhabitable?  They looked gutted and deserted when Leslie moved in.  Looks like that's no longer the case.

Rittenhouse has a fantastic farmer's market on Saturday morning.  I noticed most of the vendors were from out my way (duh--makes sense).  However, it cracked me up when I heard a city dweller ask a vendor, "Cochranville?  Where's that?" The vendor said, "Oh, it's like western Chester County."  To which the city dweller replied--completely mystified and confused, as if the reply had been "WE'RE FROM MARS!"--"huuuuh??? never heard of it."  Maybe you need to get out more?


On Friday night, I went to Gran Caffe L'Aquila and ordered papardelle for take out. (I also may or may not have bought a pastry. And bread pudding.  Maybe.)  I needed a decent espresso (and maybe a pastry--perhaps) in the morning, so I came back here.

Double cappuccino and an almond cornetto--I was shocked at myself because I usually do chocolate, but the almond was to die for.  The whole place was empty so I sat in the window and took my time.  It was too bad--Ron would've loved it.

The Buffalo Exchange was across the street--home sewn prom gowns mixed in with all kinds of stuff.  Don't know if I could buy anything here.  All I could think about were bed bugs, but I did look anyway.

I couldn't figure out if this was oringinally store bought or not--the bottom hem was damaged anyway.  It's all double-crochet ... I could do this, right? Not sure.


Locust Street, walking to Garces Trading Co. to meet up with Amalie, Nick, and Leigh Ann.

God, I love GTC.  That place never gets old.  I skipped the two course option (that includes a basket of pastries) because I had already eaten a week's worth of pastry the night before and the morning of.  So I settled for a flatbread and champagne and called it a day.  Love love love that place.

I love Locust Street. Love it. It's always dramatically quieter and feels 10 degrees cooler than any other street in the summer.


I still can't replicate that big watercolor I have.

If I could put giant parentheses around this image I would: Here's the watercolor that I've referenced several times.  I wanted to take this shot in 2003 but of course I didn't/don't have a lens wide enough to do it.  One block away--at the bottom of Anthropologie's steps on 18th street--a guy (this guy) had this on an easel for sale.  We were late for the train, didn't care, bought it, and ran like crazy.  (We made it.)  (Also, the paperweight will keep it from sliding and toppling from the shelf ... right?)

And that was it. I would've stayed overnight a second night, but I had an assignment that I had to do back home (where my camera later broke anyway ... btw, thank you Nikon: I had my camera back in two weeks and lucky me! fixed for free! thank you, Warranty!)

In other Leslie news, guess who's a new momma?


A new KITTY MOMMA, that is!!!!  Leslie brought home Ellie a few weeks ago; naturally, she's a Siamese and completely lovey-dovey and adorable.


So if you thought a million pictures of my cats were obnoxious and out of control, well, prepare thyself for an onslaught of a million more.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Pointless

I took a bunch of pictures at the end of April when everything FINALLY opened up and started looking green ... and then I never posted them.  Now it's disgusting and humid (yay ... summer ... wahoo) and so, why not? Here they are--photos from outside before outside made you wish for AC.


I should add that all of these were taken on the same day--a front was moving through and the sky was changing minute by minute.








Looks like fall



Tuesday, June 2, 2015

May cell phone cleanout

Ugh, I don't know: I took a lot of pictures in May, but none of them have really made their way here. What can I say? If I don't want to sit in front of a computer, I don't.  Plus, Ron and I started watching Mad Men from the beginning because we literally couldn't remember a goddamn thing from Season 7 Part 1, and I was so pissed off and annoyed by them breaking the final season in half (why didn't they just show it last year? greedy bastards) that I demanded we just start the damn thing over so I could actually understand what's going on.  (This waste of time has caused me tremendous angst.) Hence ... nothing going on here.

So the best I have is the crap on my cell phone, and you know what that means: twenty pictures of my cats.

You're welcome/I'm sorry.

Penny didn't appreciate how chilly it was the first half of May, so it became her thing to seek shelter underneath whatever she could.  (Really, just X out now. Don't do this to yourself.)

(You're really going to do this?  What other things should you be working on right now that are somehow worse than this?)

ugh, my vacuum was so traumatized by all the fluff. Completely out of control.  (Really: I don't know what you're waiting for.)

Can you imagine wearing a fur coat in this humidity?

So I had the fur coats removed, but Penny responded so badly to the process--even though she's done it several times--that I'm not sure I'll ever do it again.  btw, this is normal: She always jumps on the ledge and scampers along as I chase her to get her down.  Typically, I'm in my pajamas, no makeup, looking generally horrendous as I chase her like a crazy person.  I know my neighbor can see all of this and I don't know how he talks to me with a completely straight face when we bump into each other out front.

See? she's not fat.  It's just the fluff.  (Ok yeah: She's fat.  But don't tell her.)

I HATE it when I'm scheduled to teach summer on the west side of this building.  The view here on the east side is so much better.  Somebody broke the blinds in the middle and now they don't open anymore.

Cutest couple in the family.  If Ron and I ever wore that crown, we definitely don't anymore.  Although these two might have to fight Lee and Nicole for it.

They went to Mexico for Memorial Day.


... and I got the apartment while they were gone.  Sadly, Ron was on call and couldn't come with me and the weather was perfect too.  I have a few pictures from the good camera but haven't worked on them yet.

I went into EVERY store I wanted to, and didn't have any marital guilt from dragging Ron around. He's a good sport, but that fuse only lasts so long. I guess that's fair.

The best moment of the whole weekend: double cappuccino and an almond croissant at Gran Cafe L'Aquila on Saturday morning. I had the whole place to myself and sat in the window.

This ended in a fight.  Also, my fig is outta control.  I have to figure out how to split off the growth to make new plants.

Peonies were BEYOND OUT OF CONTROL.  Completely ridic.  They bloomed two weeks late, and then they all opened at once and there were too many to keep up with.  I cut as many as I could, but nearly a third of them were spent and ruined in the rain yesterday.

I broke my camera. The new one. I bought it October.  I was in the middle of a shoot I had volunteered for and, basically, all of the buttons stopped working.  It was beyond annoying, but I came home thinking, "eh, Ron can fix it."  For the first time ever, Ron spent twenty minutes working on it before submitting his final answer: "Call this number for Nikon customer service."  So I did.  And the guy was like, "So what's wrong?"  And I thought, I can give him the long version or the short version. I had already waited on hold for about 20 minutes so I said, "ummmm .... none of the buttons work." And the guy was like, "Here's our address."  Crap.  Luckily it's under warranty ... but who knows when I'm getting it back.  In the meantime, I have this huge project on Saturday but at least my D50 still works ... why is it that my ten year old camera is working better than my seven month old camera? Whatever. At least it works.

Last week was insane while assisting a favorite professor with running a conference for 250 attendees--it was actually a lot of fun.  It was at the same place Matt and Jess were married--just as pretty as I remembered it.

Honestly, this post is downright embarrassing.

Oh well.