City Views, Country Dreams

Good evening from New York.

For some of you, it is already Friday the thirteenth. Here in New York, it is still the birthday of one of our better known Presidents, Abraham Lincoln, born on February 12.

Our current and still very new President Obama, is encountering the first turbulence sent towards him by the opposition party, the Republican Party. No damage to the hull of the new administration yet. I think that most of the population is still very much caught up in the financial crisis, and What It Might Still Mean to Each of Them.

In my micro land, I am delighted to have had my head pass recent inspection and even treatment by some very fine doctors. I am now in possession of a renovated back molar. It is now strengthened, and filled in, by a brand new inlay. Celebrating that, and having read about the study showing that eggs are good for us, I have wasted no time in getting an early start on the Easter season.

The gift-wrapped creme egg pictured above is now history. It was deliciously rich in the way that the first creme egg of the season always seems.

I came upon a very small display of the beloved creme eggs in a neighborhood drug store (chemist shop) this afternoon after a visit to my eye doc for a regular check of my glaucoma. All is well with my optic nerves, and I am instructed to continue on with the drop of the magic fluid in each eye every night. To properly check my eyes, inside out, my wonderful and informative doctor has to dilute my pupils. That part I hate, and it is so unpleasant to leave his office and come out into a bright early afternoon light.

All the same, I did squint my way a few blocks to the drug store to get some Valentine's Day candy that we can give to customers in the shop on Saturday.


That's it! And, right next to Cupid's mix was that tiny assortment of the creme eggs. Of course, I could not resist. And ... I also got myself some multi-vitamins. All in balance.

It was amazingly windy today, and I was very glad that the many tall construction projects still underway in the neighborhood all seemed to have all their various equipment and building materials all tied down. Safe journey on the sidewalks this afternoon.

When I got home, I returned to a new year's crochet project, which was started to used up a bunch of left over yarn in various shades of ivory, pink, red, rose, and some other pastels. Very much a Valentines Day shade card.


Of course, starting such a project always leads me to buying more yarns. That is why I will never, never get to the end of my left overs.

This afghan will probably be 10 by10 squares, with each square about 5", with some sort of lacy bit surrounding the squares, once I finally get them connected.

However, that connecting will have to wait, because tomorrow it is back to work. I will leave my television vigil over what this new government of ours might do to get our economy back into positive mode, and which local sports stars might be found out to be liars.

The not-so-new-now owners of this apartment building still are trying to get more than one of the three elevators to work. The ugly painting is still in the lobby.

It is very cosy here tonight, even with the wind blowing fiercely outside. I hope to finish that afghan before true springtime arrives.

May I wish all of my readers a very Happy Valentine's Day. It is a day for sweets, and a day to be sweet. I find it fun to practice being sweet.

Pleasant dreams to all.