The Frou Frou Chronicles

Mr. Frou Frou got out of his multi colored triplex living accommodation again and this time we think his run to freedom might have sent him scurrying down anyone of a number of holes in the walls of the apartment. Good bye Mr. Frou until later

Yesterday i took Miss Murray on her usual 6:30 am walk across Madison Aenue and around the side of the Morgan Library which is a great quiet street which leads to Park Avenue. It's quiet with the yellow and red fall leaves building up on the ground so that you can scuff through the piles and make that satisfying noises of sussuration. It gives a sense of quiet in the early morning before the traffic really starts to build up. The supers and night doormen are out on the street polishing the copper struts that hold up the awnings on their building and hosing down the sidewalks as we early dog walkers make our rounds. Then as I hit Park Avenue the street lights which have been on all night dim and go out. It's just a great time in the City.

OK NEWS FLASH: A sighting of Mr. Frou who ran across the floor and so I immediately texted to Kate. No response which tells me that yet again her phone is not with her. We will have to talk. But then Eva our housekeeper saw Mr. Frou in the closet but didn't want to pick him up. So we left Kate the delicate task of rustling him from his comfy quarters in a closet and returning him to his modernist digs.

Enough already with this rodent.

We are planning for Thanksgiving. Arnie comes in from Nashville and Lucy Banks, Danny and McKay will be at the house for some kind of meal. It is after all Thanksgiving so Turkey is the centerpiece but I am ignoring that by having someone else cook it. I am focused on sausage stuff and a requested chocolate cake from guess who.

Halloween

I think of Halloween as the medieval beginning of the dark days when we have to amuse ourselves. And Kate has found Facebook and communicating with them a strong diversion. It's facebook all the time. Now of course as upholder of standards, read the Mother, it's time to cut into those past times and limit her time on line. Just in the way that my parents limited my time on my princess phone which i coveted and loved as my communication to the outside world. Hours. I could spend hours on the phone. Actually I can still spend hours on the phone chatting my contemporaries who are similarly inclined. And now Kate is the same about Facebook. A tweet texting teenager is forbidden during the dinner hour. Which is all to the good since that is when I hear the news and learn more about life in the hallowed halls of Brooklyn Tech. Thursday is the first parent teacher conference and I am looking forward to it and not looking forward to it. Coming from the highly organizational culture of Friends seminary where everything was very tightly run, I am not looking forward to sharp elbows and thousands of people all trying to sign up to see their children's teachers. I will report back on how many teachers I saw and if I was satisfied. I am trying to promote myself as a volunteer -- certainly I have the time to help out -- because I might get to see the teachers in advance. Anything I can do to promote this is good.

The other members of this household are good. Arnie continues to be happy in his new job, Kate is really happy at school and I am happy with my two day a week work schedule. Even Miss Murry and Mr. Frou Frou, the hamster are happy. Frou is especially happy because after two escapes from his triplex cage, he was found again and now has clean water and a steady supply of food. No casualty of Saturday's snow storm, he.