the Ultimate Tool

Yes, it is a Dutch cheese cutter;  it slides over the flat edge of the cheese and ejects perfect slices.  But in a NY apartment it is the ultimate tool.  It’s end is slim enough to function as a screwdriver.  It works perfectly as a spatula as it has some give in the flat area and can bend to the pan.  It can ladle as well as a flat wooden spoon, and it can be used as a trowel to dig in potted plants.  Of course it can peel carrots, asparagus and any other vegetable that needs it.  It can cut butter like a knife. It can scrape the sticky price tag off a bottle of wine and scoop up goop from the floor.  Any other suggestions?

 

Unplanned

Today, I was called to rehearsal two blocks from the site of 911. It was stilling to be in the vicinity of the event of 11 years ago. In some ways, there was not a trace. In other ways, it was everywhere

The Scene

A darkly lit interior of a hip Asian Fusion restaurant. 9:30 on Friday night. He is 65. She is 35, maybe, and has a child with her, seated at the table in a hanging highchair small enough to still be drinking from a sippy cup. What caught my attention: the baby child is fixated on a movie playing on a horizontally-propped-up-against-an-empty-beer-glass iphone. Fixated.

Putting on the Dog

Picture this: a rectangular shaped soft side- 4-wheel-pet carrier. On the sidewalk being pulled along by a leash at the front, by a middle-aged woman. As it passes by and I look down, I see sitting in the center, with it’s head sticking out – like you see in movies of an actor sticking their head out of the top of a limo – is a long haired dachshund. No pasha had anything on him.

Shorts

Who came up with this fashion statement and what did they have in mind?  Is this in actuality more exploitation of women? I have seen more shorts in the City this spring and summer than I have seen in a life time at the beach. Yesterday I saw a woman who was clearly an XXL in a pair. Not custom, definitely off the rack. Now what disturbed me the most was the way men were looking at her. Women who were looking at her had another agenda on their faces, but the male agenda was quite naked. UPS men in shorts. Men in jogging shorts. But all sizes of female forms, all of them in shorts? To what purpose I must ask.  I am confused by this trend

The Couple

It didn’t matter that the language was German. The body language accompanied by the noise made it clear. Imagine: on the bus, 4 persons, 2 couples. One couple is seated side by side. the other couple is split over 2 double seats, in this case the wife behind the husband, but in front of their travelling companion couple [TCC]. She, the singular wife is making all the conversation for the four. Age? Middle, meaning most likely just past retirement. Dressed in that upper middle class way only the Northern Europeans can do, including the hair.  She has the map out and is actively determined to get everyone on the same page.  TCC is there, no resistance from them, no argument, no other suggestions, but husband of 43 years has a 41 year old habit of objections to aire.  She gets testy, he gets belligerent, she speaks with more determination.  He gets madder so, she turns to TCC for support.  None was offered so she reverts into what must be decades of habitual response.  I wondered if one of them was going to toss the other out the closed windows.  It wasn’t the raised voices as much as the hot and angry energy coming from their seating area.  TCC seemed to shrink and grow smaller in their chairs.  Unfortunately for me, my stop came prior to theirs, so I don’t know how it ended.  Emotions can be the same the world over.

The Change in the Afternoon.

The heat is off the afternoons. Although this is such a small change, it is shocking how it affects everyone. This combined with the sun setting just a few minutes earlier each day makes it feel summer is on the wan. The wearing attire changes ever so slightly toward less summer colors and summer shoes.

The Rear View Mirror

The traffic was snarled. The driver was stuck. So he used the rear view mirror for a little grooming session. He brushed his hair, he fixed it along the side. He brushed his beard, until it was to his perfect satisfaction. Yup, he did what any driver would do, except he wasn’t any driver, he was the one for my bus.