here I sit, in the Lincoln Center Library, where I usually do my reporting, and check my e-mails, etc. and I am very hungry. There is a cart a few feet away, where I could buy many kinds of sandwiches, quiches etc. Yet I won't. Why not. Their prices are for me, a little too expensive; there is nothing at the cart that I find reasonable (5.50 down). So at this point, I think I will deal with my hunger and wait until I leave the library to get some food. Don't want to do it; it would be so simple to just wander over to the cart and grab a decent tuna fish sandwich, but it would be $6.80, and I have just payed $3.25 for one of their croissants. Too much, city-boy; while we are not on a strict money watch, I won't simply shrug my shoulders and "bear it". So I will continue to write this blog with an empty and demanding stomach---then visit some other sites and finally go out and find a cart where I can buy something for around $5.00. So what is another $1.80, you ask, what is the big deal? I don't know, just want to do it that way.
Yesterday, did make my trip to the Whitney in the evening. Got in for a dollar---found myself really involved in the Laura Owens wall--she really seems like an amazing artist---love the way she puts together objects and colors. I also found myself enjoying looking at art in a way that I have not experienced before. Maybe during the vacation I will make some more visits---the Met is free, or close to it. Yes, something changed for me during my time at the Whitney.
After visiting a few other floors, decided to check out the bar on the eighth floor. Found a seat, ithe place has a rather upscale vibe to it---took a long time for the bartender to notice me---did not like that--but I ordered a beer and read The Feud, an interesting look at the relationship between Edmund Wilson and Vladimir Nabakov. Have not read much of the latter, but the book is keeping my interest. No one seated next to me, until a young woman sat down. We chatted a bit, her name is Susannah, and she is taking a medical literature grad course at Columbia, prior to starting med school full time. Nice conversation, which covered the much admired Ladybird (like me, she found it very overrated) some Beethoven sonatas for piano (she used to teach piano), and some discussion about Alzheimers. I was surprised at how well the chat was going---finally it was time for the check---we said our goodbyes, and separated. Would enjoy talking with her again, but I did not ask for her e-mail, nor did she ask for mine, so I don't think that will happen---ofcourse, in this city, one can always bump into another person, so it is not impossible, but no real even "friendly" commitment. Oh well, life goes on. Will look forward to making another trip to the Whitney or to one of the other museums around.
After that, again hungry, but decided to simply return home and get some cheap stuff at Fairway; now my only choice for late night home bringing food. Really miss the utility of the West Side market, having Fairway as my only choice is a terrible inconvenience, but if it is hard for me, what is it like for older people using walkers or canes to move around. Fairway, even at the late hours, is always incredibly crowded. Will just have to cope.
Today: not sure, may go to La Flaca later to watch what seems like an interesting Net game, and hang out with bartender Tom, a really nice guy---that's about 7, a movie in between? We will see.
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