I envy the community of the barber shop.
I’d love to hang out in one of these chairs out front, or gossip with the other patrons inside.
Beauty shops are not the same. We don’t interact with each other there.
Well, no matter.
It’s a lovely day.
I’m heading uptown to the museum in a few minutes, MOMA.
Can’t remember what shows are there, but there will be something good.
Maybe we can stop in a the Folk Art Musem afterwards.
It’s on the same block.
Maybe I’ll buy myself diamond earrings at Tiffany’s afterwards, it’s just a couple blocks away.
Okay, that’s not going to happen.
Park. PARK. The park! That’s just a couple of blocks away too and it’s a lovely day.
We should go there afterwards.
This glee is because I’m playing hooky.
I have an unexpected free day today, so tomorrow I can do what I was going to do today.
This glee is also because I realized that it’s getting closer to the time for the best reality show on television:
So You Think You Can Dance!
Life is good … except for the bad parts.
(I took this picture on … Horatio Street, I think, off 8th, just before you get to 14th Street.)