Saturday, February 14, 2009
11:52 a.m.
Boerum Hill, Brooklyn, New York
It’s Valentines day. But more importantly, (especially to a signal gal like me) it’s Saturday. Which means today, I can do whatever I want! …Except I don’t want to do anything because it’s f*cking cold outside!
At least I managed to leave my apartment. But that’s mostly because cold there too. Our character-having, rickety, old windows suck at keeping the heat in. Let alone keeping the chill out.
Anyway, I decided to drink my coffee someplace cozy, so I bundled up and walked over to Tea Lounge on Court Street. I’ve never been here, but I’ve walked by a bunch and thought it might be a good spot to write.—You know I’m always looking for a good spot to write.
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I am with-coffee now, as I sit in an awkward armchair. How old is this chair?! My tush is sagging like an old lady.
I should move. But you know, now that I look around, every seat looks a little dingy and faded from years of hard-sitting New Yorkers.
It’s too cold outside to try and find someplace else to go. Plus, I already bought a coffee. So this place and this chair will have to do.
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In other news, 2009 is a pretty good year. At least, so far.— I mean, last year at this time, all could think about was So-Far-Normal-Jon and Vegas. So yeah, I think I’m making progress.
2009 is all about continuing to make progress.
In 2008, I got the ball rolling. I move into the Gem and start this amazing life as a beautiful Brooklyn girl. And, I got a promotion! And, oh yea, less we forget, like the biggest life-progressing moment of 2008. When I wrote Older Sister that letter. I said what I needed to say and I gave up the fight. If that’s not progress, I don’t know what it is.
2009 is off to a slow start. It’s been so cold this winter. Too cold and windy to enjoy walking home from work, or anywhere really. Which sucks because you know how much I love walking.—Especially on a Saturday like today. I’ve got nowhere to be and no one to see.
I miss walking over the bridges. I don’t even remember the last time I walked all the way home from work!—For months it’s been way too cold and dark to walk over the Manhattan bridge. If I’m lucky, it’s not too cold out after work and I can walk for a while. If I’m really lucky, it’s not rainy or windy and I can keep walking all the way to Delancey Street, the last F stop in the city. Three stops later, I’m home.
This is no way to enjoy a walk! But I have to savor what I can because any walk is better than the coldest, wettest, windiest days when I can’t walk at all. That’s the worst. It’s like torture to have to go straight from the stale-aired office into an even stuffier subway.
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Is any of this interesting?
Do I have anything interesting to say? If not, I’m done my coffee and this chair sucks, so I’m going to go home.
Last call for notable thoughts!
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I made a new friend at work. Erin is from California! She hates winter too.
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Ok, that’s it. I’m leaving. Bummer. Not a good place to write.