Then the sun came out

It was a gray and dismal day that made the mold farm that is my head and brain hurt. Yet, she just realizes, I didn’t think once of taking an Oxycontin though they’re in the first drawer on the night table. I have an eight drawer night table, on the theory that a person, especially me, can never have enough drawers. Not wanting a pain killer means that i can safely cross “pain killer” off possible addictions that I will get if I stay in New York. Unless of course I have to be on painkillers for an extended…

Was totally and thoroughly miserable all day. If I had the living room AC on high enough to take out the humidity, I froze, but if it were lower…I thought the new do everything for you Ac’s were supposed to eliminate that problem and hot spots.

Around five o’clock I noticed that the sun wa coming out for the first time in four days. Maybe it had been out Thursday but my sister and I thought it wasn’t going to be, can’t remember. This was just after my shower, that’s how lazy, yet not fun watch movies and eat ginger ice cream or soy snacks lazy, I was today. Sat at the computer and verbally beat myself up for not being productive or going to the movies, which sadly enough would have counted as productive.

I forgot that there was a special show tonight in Central Park, consisting of Broadway songs sung by Broadway stars. I’m not a Broadway showtune lover, but there are some, and it’s free, and kind of fitting for the night after the Gay Pride Parade. It might have been a really fun evening. But I didn’ learn about it until I cut across the park last week on my way home from the dentist and by then I knew that it was supposed to rain from the next day until forever.

Weather.com just gave a much more optimistic report than it did this morning.

I was feeling sorry for myself and turning off the computer when I heard fireworks. I could see the reds, blues, different greens and an attempt at lavender I think

I have to just frigging get out when the sun comes out. Could tell the fireworks were beautiful. Know my friends wouldn’t want to go because the ground is wet or something like that, but we circumevented that problem years ago with spongable table cloths, and now we have statidum chairs–I personally have two kinds, low to the ground, and regular chair size. Sometimes when I need seating for fifteen–once every other year–I drag it out.

Something you didn’t know about me unless you’re Lucia and a few other people: I have collected beach chairs forever. Am better now, since I have five beach chairs in my one six by twelve closet with many drawers of course. Okay I have seven more plus outdated but nice thermoses in my downstairs storage area. Having a storage locker in a Manhattan coop is like winning a lottery.

Better, actually. I have a whole other room in my building’s basement. Well it’s a metal cage and really to small to sleep in, plus the basement’s prone to floods and I have lost many many books, but…it’s less than $50 a month, and I just have to get on the elevator. Don’t talk about it much, it would be like bragging.

When people ask I drag out the answer. They might have the giant apartment, the kids, the great job, but I have what most Manhattanites covet. The large storage cage in the basement.