While eating my breakfast this morning, I let my thoughts wonder. Let's face it, when do they not? I bit into my naan, hummus, and cucumber and first thought:
"It needs avocados. Avocados are like butter. It's awful by itself, but it makes everything else taste better."
Next, I remembered what happened last evening. After leaving Charity:Water headquarters, Emerson and I walked toward Greene Street for a secret viewing of a new designer's line sponsored by Barney's. This area of the city is one of my favourites. When Grand Street opens up into Greene Street, an oasis of shops and restaurants hidden from the main roads, give way to social settings and nightlife that is hard to compete with. Admiring the architecture and fashionistas along Grand, Emerson and I finally approached the entrance of the address and directions that were given to us and realized that the "door" was a hidden entrance via elevator. No signs, no windows. Again, NY.... why must you be so exclusive? Next thought:
"By being exclusive, all you're doing is trying to get noticed."
Exhausted on the train, I couldn't wait to get home. I checked my phone to look at the time. Next thought:
"It's funny how I check the time more often when I'm sitting still versus running to something. I 'd rather not know when I'm late, but eager to know how early."
[Present day] I take a sip of my tea and wonder why people put creme in their tea. It's fine by itself, maybe sugar... Speaking of creme.... next thought:
"My boss (We'll call her C for now) and friend (A) were talking about how creme was delievered in glass bottles like milk back in the day. The creme glass bottles used to be in a funny shape that apparently C and A used as bongs.................."
"........"
"Whatever, I'm going to work."
[cleans dishes, scarfs down what's left, and walks out of her brownstone building]
Love,
Jo
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