Home, finally

Did I tell you that I finally took the plunge and wore the pants, (the Modern Boot if you will.) The ones I got in the Gap January sale for work?  Compared to my old pants, they feel like leggings, or jeggings, (what in the heck are those anyway?)  So yes, compared to my old ones, they feel very... fitted, but I can't believe that they fit and yes, they are actually comfortable.

Today, Saturday, in the middle of ironing and sorting, I watched, "The Proposal,"  love that film, Sandy Bullock at her best and Ryan Reynolds is so understated, love him, and don't even mention the legend that is Betty White, I could watch that one again and again, it's a classic in the making.  Also watched this week... again... "Fracture."  Anthony Hopkins is as smooth as silk and Mr Gosling, just brilliant.

Years and years ago... maybe 12?  Maybe more.  B bought me a large, framed print of that iconic image of Grand Central Station, you know the one with the light streaming through the windows?  Judging by the Trilbies, I'd guess it was taken in the 1940's.  At the time, I thought, wow, love it but it's big.  I had nowhere that it would go.  Fast forward to me clearing and sorting out last weekend and add that to me being in need of art, and B's present is now hanging in the dining room.  Looks pretty good if I do say so myself, and I'll never get tired of looking at that image, I could live in Grand Central, it's so beautiful and I've had so many memorable trips to NYC, well, it's perfect... finally, thank you B.



My cousin L is home, we've only texted, but I just feel better knowing that she's where she should be.