Yesterday I was out waiting for the bus to New York by 6:20a in the morning for a 8:00a breakfast event that lasted less than 2 hours. I arrived 'almost' on time, the cabbie thought I said 16th street instead of 60th street, no need to say that caused unhappiness for both of us. Still it worked out fine, I was just a few minutes late and the cabbie and I worked out amicable fee. Heading back to Port Authority was a piece of cake because you can't possibly confuse that with Penn Station (smiling) The breakfast I attended was given by Working Mother magazine; WM honored three mothers in the categories of innovator, icon and inspiration. The WM folks really know how to conduct a breakfast event. They said 8a to 10a. and meant it, we were finished so quickly that I thought there was something wrong with my watch. The event was was held in a lovely room at the Harmonie club. I felt so good upon returning home that I bought a Napoleon to treat myself. Yum! Once I got home and started eating it, I remembered why I had not bought one of these desserts in years, they have to be the world's messiest sweet to eat.
It's odd that I can make a 8:00 meeting out of state and can't get to a 10:00a meeting that is held literally across the street from me. I am back in NY tomorrow to see a show, but it starts at 2:00p so I have time to do a bit in the house and maybe go to supermarket if I get out early. Speaking of shows I saw Ailey at the PAC last Sunday. I had not attented a performance in a while, and had forgotten how much Ailey moves me. After all of these years, I still cry during Revelations. Amazing.
Heading out this morning to mail a couple of Watkins catalogs to people I met at the flea market. I did not expect to do well, but was surpised that I did sell some greeting cards that I put together. I was surprised because I figured this particular spot would not bring in greeting card buyers. I must to remember to "never assume."
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