A Woman in a Tutu

It's been an incredibly busy week for me at work with a major feature film unit setting up shop in front of the Museum with all the last minute questions and problems that they bring. Hot, hot weather...a hamster to worry about. I go in and turn on the damn air conditioningevery morning so that what Arnie calls "it's just a rodent" won't keel over with heat stroke. Explain that to your daughter, please. Yeah, I know it rachets up the bills.

And Arnie has been cleaning the bedroom out and moving stacks of stuff such as books, clothing, shoes into the Living Room so that on Monday a couple of burly guys can come in, take up the old carpet and laydown new carpet. Of course somewhere in there the furniture and the bed also has to come out of that room and be disassembled....god. Allthat will be a relief and, at the same time almost, we are having the bedroom painted! The real trouble comes when you have to put stuff back. I hate that part.

And this weekend because we are short a couple of adventures....we are taking the chinatown bus to Philadelphia to go see a Renoir exhibition. I'm actually looking forward to that because it willg get us out of town and into new territory. It's an adventure.

But then just walking the streets here is an adventure. This morning as Miss Murray and I are stumbling along I saw a mad looking woman, not a child, sprinting down Park Avenue in a white tutu.

Loved her. Glad she was running away from me and not toward me.