Journey in New York
This is a picture of a restaurant where I had dinner. it's across the lake. Mode of transportation? Motor boat. Pretty neat huh?
There's nothing like a little R & R to refresh the mind and rejuvinate the soul, right? Well of course there is. If it wasn't just so darn difficult to get there.
What should have been a nice pleasant 12 hour trip, turned into a fourteen hour mess of detours and delays. My air conditioner decided it didn't want to blow when it got really hot, especially when it had to compete with a CD player non-stop from Illinois to Ithaca. Frustrated and hot, I finally switched from CD to my tape player and Harry Potter Order of the Phoenix tapes.
My blower works today just fine, bless it's sordid soul.
I read two books on the way up here. The first was Dorthea Braun's wonderful "The Cat who Went Bananas." She has made a mint on two siamese cats named Koko (a cat detective par excellence) and a sweet little vixen named Yum Yum (Of course named after characters in the Mikado.) James Quilleran's mustache must be her static trait. Why? Because everytime there's trouble,it itches. I had a great time trying to catch the clues that Koko left. The book "Othello" that he dropped onto the floor--the story of a man who strangles his wife. The book "Hamlet" about a woman who murders her husband then marries shortly thereafter. Then, of course, is the banana peel that Koko steals and leaves lying around so that the suspect (murderer) can slip on it as he's coming down the ramp of Quill's "Apple barn."
I've finally started on the fifth Harry Potter book "The Order of the Phoenix." The hard copy has been sitting on my coffee table for a year now. I figured that since the newest Potter is finally out, I may as well read the last one. I believe it becomes more alive with the spoken text.
My collie Annie came with me. She's getting older now--just like me. Annie's 11 now. She needs help getting into the van these days. She doesn't act old, but I can see the day to day things getting more difficult for her. (Sort of like me) Getting old is a bummer--especially since when we reach a certain age, we actually start getting smarter. What's wrong with this picture? When our bodies start going, our mind begins to come alive.
Needless to say, today was pretty much a wasted day. Last night around 1 my calf muscles cramped up so bad I wanted to scream. I didn't. I'm fine. But, it really hurt. I slept most of the afternoon. I might write tonight. On the other hand, I might just read on the dock looking over the water.
See lake at sunset.
I wonder how a romantic suspense novel would go over if it's about mental illness? I'm about to start, or re-start Kay Jamison's "Touched with Fire." This is about bi-polar disorder (manic-depression) and the arts. A subject I'm extremely interested in writing about, but haven't had the courage. Ms. Jamison has written her own account of the illness in "An Unquiet Mind." She's an amazining woman. A PhD, writer and clinician and patient with the illness. She accounts her life from childhood, the onset of the illness, how it manifested itself and her struggle to combat it.
Well, enough of that. I'm going outside to watch the sun set over the lake.
Happy writing and happy reading.
Pat
posted by Unknown at 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks Suz for your response. It's nice that Annie is remembered.
Pat,
Thank you for sharing your travel pictures and thoughts. I'd love to visit New York! I've never been to NY except to go to midtown to work, which does NOT count. LOL
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