Wishing Upon A Star

I don’t have much to write about as I spent most of the day writing yesterday’s entry and trying to recover some energy.

I can’t say I was a total success in the energy department.

I spent way too much time writing the entry, too. The rest of the day was pretty much a wash. But that’s ok, as I deserve a day off from doing stuff. I should have done work for the chorus, I should have done the laundry, I should have done schoolwork, I should have put away my summer clothes.

But I didn’t and who cares?

I did do the dishes, clean the oven, and go grocery shopping. So I wasn’t a totally slug.

It’s gotten much cooler here, and while I like the change I hate feeling cold.

I’m sure that makes absolutely no sense. My apartment living room faces north and it never really warms up. The sun doesn’t really get to penetrate, and consequently the room stays cold. The sliding glass doors don’t help much either, as they have absolutely no insulation and are very, very drafty. It’s one of those irritations of living here that I’ve yet to solve. I tried to put that shrink wrap stuff over the windows last winter, but it didn’t help.

It’s one of life’s mysteries that I will often walk outside only to discover that it’s a good ten degrees warmer outside than it is in my apartment.

It doesn’t help that I’m so cold blooded either. I wear warm socks to bed almost every night of the year, as my feet get so cold I can’t get to sleep. My hands are always cold too, and people are astonished when they touch me to discover how cold I am. It’s a lack of circulation thing.

The odd part is, I like to sleep with a window open, as I love to feel and smell the cool fresh air. I can’t really do that, as the sliding door freezes open and it’s a problem to have the snow whooshing in.

I’m also stubborn and cheap about refusing to turn on the heat until at least November 1st. I prefer to hold out until the 15th if possible. I have electric heat and it’s a fortune to run it.

I also have an electric blanket that I love to snuggle into. I pile all sorts of quilts and blankets on top of myself so I can snuggle down and feel the weight of them.

The reason I’ve thought of all this has to do with things I noticed in the city yesterday. It was a coolish day, I’d say the temperature was in the low 60’s. I’d worn jeans, a blouse and a wool blazer and was quite comfortable. However, I saw people who were layered, buttoned and sipped to their noses. They had to have been from warmer climates and just not used to the cold, no northerner would have bundled up like that for crisp fall weather. If they thought yesterday was cold, they should wait a few weeks for a real cold snap or a blizzard!

I’d like to also put to rest some of the beliefs that all New Yorkers are rude. As I was strolling back down the street after dinner, a young woman stopped me as I walked by her, and said, "Your hair looks very pretty." Wasn’t that nice? I’d been thinking that it’s looking a bit ragged and as if it needs a cut and dye job (roots are showing), so this was such a great ego boost.

I should note that I didn’t think of Michael very often yesterday. A couple of times he crossed my mind, but that was all, and I didn’t really feel any terrible pangs about not seeing him.

I think this is a healthy thing. I didn’t let the disappointment get in the way of my having a good time, and I didn’t obsess about him. My paranoid side realizes that he might have been in the city and Utah was just a ruse, but if it was, there’s nothing I can do about it, and New York City is still mine. It doesn’t depend on him.

This probably sounds sophomoric, but it’s a good thing for me to be able to realize that.

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