A vending machine on Penn Station offers
little tiny plastic weapons --pistols, grenades, hand-cuffs --all really useful stuff.
Henry thinks it's funny to hide behind his book.
I find a book submerged in a puddle on the corner of 9th Avenue. When I upload the photo, I discover it to be Mansfield Park. I leave the book in the puddle.
The last flower of the Lentan Rose bought on December 3rd --the actual plant now taken out to Long Island to be planted outside where it will be a great deal happier.
Have taken on a most interesting project: working with a Japanese-American woman on her memoirs of internment as a schoolgirl and the family's subsequent return to Japan in 1945. Such stories we all have to tell.
