I've been house sitting on Park Slope, which is like the yuppie neighborhood of Brooklyn. My girlfriend has dashed off to the Caribbean with her devistatingly handsome boyfriend for a week of romping in warm tropical blue waters. I have the pleasure of sleeping with her three lovely kitties. Warm kittens are a treat.
Since moving to New York, I've been renting a room in a duplex with several other people. It's been a good experience for me to live strangers but there is a tiny kitchen and I don't feel comfortable cooking there, so house sitting fills that void.
What I notice that I've missed making the most is ice. I love ice. I love to make ice in different shapes or to buy party ice making every cold beverage a celebration. So even though it is freezing outside, I've been lamenting the joys of making ice.
Where I live, we have a tiny refrigerator especially for 5 people. I get a shelf and a little corner of the freezer for my food and generally it's enough to keep my full and fresh.
But now I want my own place again. One with a big freezer for my massive ice collection.
Dreams can happen...I belive...I belive in ice.
So much love,
All the way from over here...
Linda
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did you hear the one about the guy who wanted to make ice but forgot the recipe? Badum-dum!!!
Im sorry linda, mom,
but this sounded really boring:
.I love to make ice in different shapes or to buy party ice making every cold beverage a celebration. So even though it is freezing outside, I've been lamenting the joys of making ice.
Word to your mother.
Michael My Child, I must defend my love for ice and I hear you loud and clear that this is the ultimately boring. I agree, but boring things can make life much better. Or maybe this is a symptom of not having much creative energy...or maybe I'm wasting my creative time making ice instead of writing? All points could be true, but I hear you.
Love you,
L.
He is devistatingly handsome, isn't he?
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