the past few days
On the day the movers came, Jim and Sprocket and I sat out on our stoop chatting with our neighbor Jim. Occasionally we played fetch with the hound.
This is a typical scene between our place and Jim's (our neighbor, not my Jim): Jim, orating about something. Our landlord Brian is looking like he's paying attention, but he's not: he only pays attention to the dollar. Barkley, Jim's fat, adorable dog, is similarly single-minded: he only pays attention to food.
also, he likes to sit on people.
Sprocket contemplates the newly emptied pad. Clearly he doesn't like it.
We went to Pittsburgh the next day, but we got started late after our mondo party (that's another post altogether), so we had to wait until Sunday to hang out with my very dear friend Max, whose name really isn't Max. Anyway, I've known Max since I was something like 13. We've seen some pretty cool things together, like Macchu Piccu and New York, but I think this is the first time we've visited Pittsburgh and had her as a tour guide. Max has been teaching here for the past few years, but she is moving to Brooklyn in the late summer to teach in the CUNY system, which means she will be in the same STATE as me for the first time since college. Wacky--and very, very cool. This is Pittsburgh from the top of the Duquesne Incline, which is a little funicular that runs up the side of Pittsburgh's many serious hills. Used to be for work purposes. Now just for leisurely folk like myself. I like the way Pittsburgh's two rivers come together in this photo: clear water of the Allegheny and the muddier water of the ... uh, other river.
This is Max! Jim is in the background, looking perplexed over something. I rather like this photo of the two of them.
Fishbowl. I look like I'm grimacing!
Max got so hungry after the long ride up the funicular that she needed to eat a cow.
I, on the other hand, felt the need to consume the entire vegetable kingdom, and an entire chicken. This is a PIttsburgh salad. It always comes with French Fries. I think I may have added the pickles by myself.
Sprocket and Jim enjoy the view from our window at the Sheraton, which looked...
...oike this!
Right, that's enough for now. Pictures of the party later. We're in White Plains already. Tomorrow the movers come and there will be a great many more photos to show you. Hopefully some of those will be of our mostly furnished apartment, although we are looking for a nice couch and an Arc lamp at the moment. :)
