Month: August 2009

I got plenty. They’re going to eat me out of house and home as a matter of fact.

I’m going to a wake today. It will be nice to see my friends, but still. One of them is dead.

In other news, Howard and my agent read my new proposal and say it needs work, but it’s salvageable. That’s mostly good news. Not as good as “I think this could win a really good prize” or something, but still.

I should have titled this post: But Still.

A new pastime: seeing how many birds can fit on the feeder at one time.

I should have jumped in line! But I was on the way to meeting my friend Jonathan for a morning movie. Not only is it only $6 at that hour (it feels like you’re going to the movies for free at that price) but it was a morning movie. Such a luxury. But check out the cop in the second picture. He’s having fun.

Actually, that’s a pretty lascivious expression. But in reality he was just friendly. I think he may have been trying to get out of my shot, and that expression is more squirmy than leering.

I saw this picture on the Greenwich Village Daily Photo, it’s from the guy’s roof. It made me want to take a picture from my roof to figure out which part of the Village we both live in. Here’s his (and yeah, he’s a better photographer, sigh). Oh and this is looking south, toward the World Trade Center.

And here is from my roof. I should have taken this closer to sunset, the colors would have been prettier. Moving on. I definitely live further west than he does, but without knowing what lens he used, it’s hard to compare how far uptown we both are. Those two spire buildings to the right of the tallest building in the center are totally missing in his picture. That’s weird. They must be behind something in his. I also can’t quite figure out high up he is compared to me. It looks mostly the same. Maybe his is a little higher?

A dear friend from my 9/11 volunteer days died last night: Rose Harrington-Coulter. That’s Rose in the middle at St. Paul’s Chapel, where we both volunteered. But the picture below of Rose and Jean Pascuiti is how I always think of her. They always came to the chapel together.

Rose and Jean volunteered in the kitchen, which was the hardest job in the chapel. Working in the kitchen meant a lot of lugging of heavy things, working over a hot stove, fewer breaks. (I served coffee. It was a lot less work and I got to flirt with cute rescue workers.) It’s just further proof of how wonderful they both are and how much sadder the world is now without Rose.

She was just so nice and fun and funny. Jean said she was ready to go and it was peaceful. But man. This whole having to die thing sucks. Rose you were an absolute great and fabulous woman and I am so happy and proud that I got to meet you and become friends with you. Jean emailed me that “I think we all aspire to live life as Rose did,” and she is right.