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.