January 9, 2010
Lots of Kandinsky, a couple Chagalls and a Picasso or two for comparison. Nice exhibit. Glad we caught it before it vanished.
Your average generally agreeable guy, critical care nurse and queer geek just returned to Manhattan after an amazing 3 years in Canada. Nursing is a second career, having spent 12 years way back when, as a software QA engineer. Working on a Masters in Forensic Nursing at the moment at Duquesne.
Free time, what there is of it, consists of tipping back a pint or two with friends, traveling or trying to remain hidden with a good book.
I picked up Dickens' ashes today. As if I tiny little scab that you'd had some success getting your kid to stop picking at, suddenly gets caught while he's playing in the grass, taking all that fresh, pink granulated skin with it.I made it to the grocery store and laundry, ashes in hand before breaking down at home. They stuck them in this little metal tin with flowers printed on the outside, 'cause I didn't want to pay for one of their urns. My plan is to hunt through the antique stores of Manhattan and find an appropriate vessel for him. He deserves nothing less as my companion for 16 years. In the mean time, they'll sit on the book shelf behind glass, hopefully free of dust. Man, I can't believe how much I miss him.
365 photos. One new photo taken every day of the year. Can I stick to it? We'll see. I'm not very hot at sticking to these sorts of things normally. Let's give it a go, shall we?
