City Views, Country Dreams

Good evening from New York.

First, please accept my apologies if I have not been able to rid the mother ship site of a blog (not unlike the one that I write now) that I mistakenly laid there.

Second, let the record show that the acronym for the Museum of Modern Art is MOMA, not MOMO, as I recently wrote. (Thinking those country dreams, cows, etc., but truth is that I type fast and do not proof read, much.)

So, with the air cleared, let me say that I slept much later than usual this morning, after a very long day yesterday. It was a beautiful day weather-wise, and a real pleasure to be out side, tending to various matters, including buying and sending off to my mom in Virginia, a gift for our American Mother's Day, this Sunday.

Yesterday was so full-bodied. My stockroom assistant had the day off, seeing his father off to his home far, far away (a Tibetan in China.) So, I got to wear his hat (not a beautiful Tibetan hat, but rather one to wear while processing shipments, receiving shipments of inventory, etc.)

But the highlight of the day was attending, on behalf of the shops, a meeting at the company's Seventh Avenue showroom regarding a potential additional line of shoes to be sold in the shops.

I love shoes, have small, wide feet (35 european) and used to buy expensive shoes at sale. My weakness, second only to books. Now that I spend so much time standing, comfort has overtaken style in my shoe evaluating, and mostly I wear shoes that never before would have interested me at all.

Anyhow, I do love shoes, and it was a treat to attend this meeting and make the acquaintance of several reps of the prospective shoe company. The gentleman was the actual founder of the shoe firm, and developer of the patented sole construction that takes its comfort from pillows containing flax seeds. Apparently the seeds can shift around to assure that one's foot can find a comfy resting place at any time of the day.

I got to sit next to this shoe man, and we got on well. After my return to the shop, my colleagues asked me if the shoe man was married. As usual, I was too busy being friendly, and taking notes of shoe info, to try to determine his status. It is so rare for me to meet any men, remotely my age, who I find remotely interesting that I have sort of lost my detective skills!

At any rate, he was fun to meet with, and it is possible that we may have contact again sometime. The shoes are flat, made with deer skin, lined with deerskin. (I am thinking of Jane and deer in her Walker book, wondering if it is good for a human to walk in deerskin.)

Tomorrow I begin a span of numerous days at the shop without a break, but will try to find time to write a bit here and there. I want to use some spare time to paint rather than tapping and clicking on the computer, but for me, painting takes more of a warm up session. Writing, especially without proofreading, can be almost automatic.

It is such a delight to read your blogs, and to vicariously enter into the country. Some days I do wonder how I have chosen to live in this city, but then something swell happens to remind me that this environment also has its charms, even if most are quite artificial.

I wish everyone very pleasant dreams.