Graves on Thanksgiving

I also passed by the old St. Patrick’s church on my way home last night and took pictures of the graves of people who will never enjoy another Thanksgiving again.

So, I have to head out there to buy a coffee maker. I am positively dreading what it’s going to be like at Bed Bath and Beyond, God help me, saints preserve us, etc.

But I am happy happy happy because I sent in a revised book proposal to my agent, and until she gets back to me everything is all hope and possibility. I don’t have to think about the possibility that she might think it’s not sellable.

After the horror of Bed Bath and Beyond I am going to curl up with Willa Cather’s O Pioneers! And eat pumpkin pie. While snuggling with cats. Who will try to get some pie. And bite me, probably.

But maybe I will work on another big project I’m working on but can’t talk about yet.

Walking Home on Thanksgiving

And looking uptown on Broadway (from Bleecker). God I love my town. Isn’t it gorgeous?? All the Christmas decorations are up. Oh and you can kinda see Grace Church in this shot! That’s where I sing. It’s down and to the right of the Chrysler Building (which is 30 blocks uptown from it).

Thanks for the Thanksgiving dinner, Sandy!


Don’t Shop at The Gourmet Depot

Oh God. I’m shaking. I just got off the phone with this place called The Gourmet Depot. I called to ask when the replacement coffee carafe I had ordered would arrive because I thought it would be here by now and the person I spoke to was horrible. He said they didn’t actually have the carafe, it was back ordered and when I asked why they didn’t tell me that when I ordered it he said they emailed me the next day. I checked my mail and just in case, I checked my junk mail and there was no email. (In fact no way, I emailed them yesterday to find out when it was going to ship and I hadn’t heard back and that was why I called.)

He asked me if I wanted to cancel the order and at that point that wasn’t the issue and he said something rude, and I said something back, my voice going up an octave. This happens when I get upset. He said he wasn’t going to talk to me if I was going to scream, which I hadn’t done! And I said so. He said it was a “little bit of a scream,” which might have been funny if he hadn’t already been rude and if he had tacked on an “but I’m sorry if I was brusque.” I asked if he had a boss and he said he was the boss. When I said I wasn’t happy with his service he said he didn’t care! He actually said that. “I don’t care.”

So don’t shop here, because they officially don’t care! There’s probably a lot of places with this name, this is an appliance outfit in San Francisco. Except, now I’m thinking if the boss is answering phone calls about shipping the night before Thanksgiving maybe business is really bad and the poor guy is just at the end of his rope. So total jerk or some poor guy about to go under? But when he said he didn’t care he sounded really pleased and amused by himself and then said the most insincere “you have a happy holiday” type thing, and hung up on me. No. I’m going for jerk.

In the meantime, here is a not very well focused picture of the people who were lined outside the Marc Jacob store a few hours ago in the rain.


Today Feels Like a Holiday

Even though I have work to do, we all have work to do, doesn’t it feel like the holidays begin today? Oh! Maybe I should put up Christmas decorations later.

I keep meaning to post about why I want the 9/11 terrorists tried here, but I just don’t have the energy yet.

Here’s the subway picture I took yesterday that I’m so happy with. I was coming up out of the subway at Christopher Street. I just lucked out color-wise here.