“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

when i was a little girl vs the bigger girl there were several things I wanted to master and never did:

yodeling, whistling- especially that NYC hail-a-cab-fast sort- roller skating, snapping my fingers, and tying a bow. I accomplished several except the whistle, despite a month of practice with a pamphlet entitled how to whistle with your fingers. I wanted to astound Jim in front of the Warwick whistling down a cab o sixth avenue so for a change we did not get  to the opera late. we were always getting to the opera late because the met started at 8 and I was confused that he NYV opera starts at 7:30... so we always had to take default seats in the ring which was always an improvement on the tickets we purchased. Even Tosca late is worth the money... but turandot was a major disappointment even though the music is sublime. anyway I never learned to roller skate either although I did become  a competent cross country skier who could even make it up some hills if all the conditions were right and the stars in my favor. and eventually I learned to  tie bow. and tap dance and go up on toe, and take a master class with paul taylor's little lila redhead. and i learned to snorkel and dive both that deep fetch starfish from third float dive and the get out as far into the water dive for racing. I even learned to do the tumble turn at the end of the pool that lets you push off so beautifully into the perfect crawl. but yodeling  was never accomplished . I mention this because I used my Jotul stove today and the words are so similar and each makes me smile. and i was impressed.

 

I did everything arlene told me, get a daft going, start a small fire with kindling and then add a log. but adding new logs is a hassle because you have to stack and get air into the pile but there is something deliciously self sufficient about building a fire on a gray rainy day and tucking your feet under you  with a cant stop turning the pages book. enhanced no doubt by genoise, tea and a soft cat purring in your lap. content to let you  turn the pages as long as you pause to rub her ears. . so in short today I yodeled, found a guy to open a doorway from BR number 4 into the master suite giving me , finally, a dressing room again, made several calls and spoke to answering machines and laughed with Toni as we called british actors yummy. she likes greg wise. I am a michael kitchens gal. we both love wharton, only a fool would not. Ha. reminder: check out two person  thermo spas. it might be cheaper than a jacuzzi every night.

 and certainly more jets. Jim gave me a move in date. Finally its settled. And he arrives Saturday early for Indian feasts and love and quiddler and errands and maybe he can meet neill.