Words spilled out of her and they rubbed each others thighs as she talked, and I felt a small pang, remembering that state of Saturday morning after-sex thrall.
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His back was to me and she had the look of a 30s starlet, with blond ringlets framing her face, a face so full of rapture, I thought she would swallow him whole.
From my solo seat I faced a young couple sitting at the bar. Madcap Café : My sister told me about this well-reviewed, airy cafe full of Brooklyn families with precocious children and outsized demands, “This biscuit is not really shaped like a biscuit,” the man behind me complained bitterly to the waiter as his children stood up and bumped incessantly against my chair back. Here’s a recap of my Brooklyn Saturday which zig-zagged from Carroll Gardens to Gowanus to Cobble Hill, with pros and cons of each venue: Last Saturday, I knew the day would have to swirl around the pin placed squarely at the Cobble Hill Nursing Home, the dutiful visit to mom, so I needed some extra pins to keep the visit, often so saddening, from swamping my entire day: I went from breakfast at Madcap Café, to a Trunk Show at Blue: The Tatter Textile Library, to “Kabul,” as we sibs call it, and then to Bergen Spa. When my sister lost her job and entered the freelance life, this was my frequent advice to her, and it’s one as apropos for the weekend as the workweek.Īnother weekend comes, so promising, but threatens to slip away without putting down some “pins” in the luxurious two days.
A practice I’ve developed from 25+ years of freelance writing is to “put pins in the saggy baggy week.” Work ebbs and flows, and during slack times it’s good to have “things to do,” i.e., “pins,” to put in the week, when time hangs saggy baggy, loose, around your ankles: swimming, writing or art sessions, a museum visit, or a social outing to defray the loneliness of the long distance freelancer.
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