minute of my four days in New York, although
I'd really enjoy that discussion.
Tonight I've been working on a big project, and
watching a movie with Steven. Now it's late,
so here's how it all began -- the trip to New York
that is. This is an excerpt from my journal. I'm
back to journaling most days as a way to
organize myself. It's a very helpful method to
clear your thoughts.
Wednesday May 5, 010
We are on the flight to New York -- flying away
from a thunderstorm. Steven has a Kobo (I
had no idea he owned such a thing). I bought
a book. Life is good. (editorial note: The book
was The Secret Daughter by Shilpi Somaya
Gowda, and it was both excellent and riveting
about the plight of women giving birth to
daughters in some parts of India).
We're in the blue sky all is well. The server
gives us some salty things that taste a bit like
corn chips. I have a coffee because I'm beat.
I haven't been sleeping well for days, no weeks.
Commuting to New York City
black marker on bond paper
7 x 9 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010
lady across from me (no Converse slip on
sneakers for her) is drinking a gin and tonic.
I am watching 30 Rock with the sound off.
I am careful not to let her see that I'm drawing her.
It's sunny up here with a bank of white clouds off
in the distance. The plane drives like a jeep.
Really it feels a bit like being in a windy, big car.
We're already landing! Wow. Well that's it
Huh! It's 80 degrees Fahrenheit in New York.
Yikes hot.
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That's all from that trip for today. It's getting
hot here too.
Have a dreaming-of-going-places day.
P.S. I might have mentioned it before but
our women pilot and co-pilot steered that
plane right up through the middle of a circle
of thunder storms into the one small patch
of blue sky and then got us the heck out of
there. I felt supremely happy to have them
at the helm.
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