I updated my photoblog. Put in some very embarrassing pictures. Nobody should be allowed to take self portraits. I really do have great skin though it looks like…think I just figured out how to batch edit but all the pictures in a file go into it, and are immediately put into the photoblog. I’m trying to get this together so that there will be more organized pictures of more things with better captions. I hope to somehow recover the lost photos of the Boat Basin and the water part of Riverside Park.
I am a person who can take 223 pictures of one cactus. When my sister asked me how I liked the Getty Museum and what was my favorite part, I was like “uh, you mean that there was a Museum attached to the grounds?” It was a beautiful day, and the grounds are incredible. Not in the photoblog as the pictures are in my other computer, Savannah Falls Two, as are all my California pictures. I might have to turn into a person who actually labels photos and puts them onto discs. I enjoy photography because one object can be seen so many ways. I’m not really into photographing people but actually am good at it. Though not me. Just put them in because I felt like embarrassing myself.
My photographs will become better organized. I will know what I’m talking about. And this is why I will only be posting in Courting twice a week. Friday’s will be the photoblog day. Though it should be Monday as I have more time on Sunday. I confuse myself sometimes which is why this schedule thing can’t possibly work. Though it might.
I tried to write my part of Doug’s story when I was freezing and half or less awake. I have to go to sleep in many layers of clothes including a chenille robe. Then I wake up thinking I’m about to die of heat suffocation. Take off most of the layers, open windows, and go back to sleep. Sometimes have to do this three or four times a night and I’m a heavy sleeper. I’m not very clever, not great at games, especially when I’m freezing and would be mostly asleep if I weren’t so cold. Yes I’m not very clever. People can imitate me so well, but I, well let’s just say I have a distinct voice.
Okay so I had a minor meltdown yesterday, and only my blog felt like home. Sad yes, but I woke up to dishes in the sink which sounds more normal than it is. I have an octagonal one which is so pretty to look at, but try leaving more than one cup in it and it’s a nightmare.
My entire kitchen is like that–pretty to look at and pretty useless. I actually was aware that the kitchen was useless when I first saw the apartment but the broker said the most important phrase in Manhattan living “take out,” and I let myself fall in love. Not lust but true love that began to slowly drift away when I remembered something important. I love to cook and to entertain. Maybe it was lust.
I have been thinking of having a contest to see who could come up with the most creative way to make the entrance foyer/kitchen into something useful.
This has stymied experts in the home decorating field otherwise known as my friends and family. I am going to take pictures to bring to Home Depot–in Manhattan Home Depot and Expo are hybrids. They are, both of them, geared to apartment living. I am planning on waiting until after Christmas.
I wish that Bed Bath & Beyond sold real appliances as for some reason I could live my life in that store.
But they don’t. So I’m looking for the blogger who can do better than the Home Depot experts.
Next Friday I will probably have faux kitchen pictures in my new photoblog–button under the calender. I don’t have much in it yet because I haven’t figured out how to batch upload on Pixel Post or even if you can.
I don’t think that most people understand what it’s like to have relatives in from out of town who describe your apartment as “cute,” when it’s worth as much as their rambling house with built in pool.
I have reached a stage in life where cute doesn’t cut it. I’m sick of take out or going to restaurants. Yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as too much eating in restaurants. I have done it or take it basically my entire adult life.
I like to entertain. Really entertain with food that I have made. Well maybe half can be take out. On East 63rd I used to spend two days cooking because twice a year I would have all night dance parties with a cast of anywhere from a hundred to a hundred fifty. I made three different kinds of chicken drum sticks, enough hummus to feed an army, many dips for the vegetables, and much more.
I would have small parties where I would do real cooking, fish and seafood. I miss that. When I had a large party here, I had to use a neighbor’s fridge to hold the food. Thing was I didn’t know anybody in the building as I had just moved here, and my neighbor lives one Avenue down. But I can see her apartment from mine, and I have been told that her daughter used to spy on me. I knew, and knew she couldn’t see into the bedroom so I didn’t care.
I don’t want a cute apartment. I crave a functional one. I’m not very good at contests so it probably won’t work.
And really will be on the Monday and Wednesday schedule if I have to fly to France and make Doug restrain me, as people should be restraining Doug from blogging during his vacation.