This week I left the lovely pup I was dog-sitting. I spent two full days on hands and knees with a sponge, cleanser, and a razor scraper removing filth and paint spatter from the bathroom and kitchen—tile, cabinets, floors, you name it—in my new apartment. I rented a car and drove to Princeton to help the movers retrieve my things and then I moved in!
Having a place to live has made a world of difference. I’ve been able to explore Brooklyn and enjoy New York City. I saw the play The Nap which was both hilarious and unpredictable. (NYT review here.)
I ate delicious pizza on 5th Ave in Brooklyn, walked Park Slope, and popped into the children’s bookstore Bookshop + Storytelling Lab.
I watched the spectacle in the Senate live with my new internet connection and then—sad, angry, and frustrated—went to The Brooklyn Museum to refill my spirit with activist art of the Black Power movement.
I took refuge in the room specially built for Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party and the 1,038 women honored there. Even though I’ve owned and read the catalog for this exhibit since college, I was still unprepared for the glow of the gold—the writing on the floor, the thread in the runners, the glaze on the plates—which was magical and calming.
This morning I pumped my bike tires and explored the 3.2-mile Prospect Park loop road which is closed to traffic on the weekends. I ended up at the Grand Army Plaza farmer’s market! It felt so much like the Brunswick Mall in Maine that I almost expected I might see my old friends. Instead, I found new kindnesses…a vendor who spotted me 50¢ until I could purchase my wooden tokens (good for all farmers markets in NY and worth $5 each!) and a man who paid $1 of my egg purchase because the vendor didn’t have the right change for my tokens.
That’s a lot of beets!!!
Here’s my little haul (cooking for one)…
and my kitchen. Window cleaning is on my list of things to do. They are replacing the stove today because the gas company deemed it hazardous. Luckily I brought my electric griddle for just such a situation.
I’ll admit that with the cleaning, moving, and exploring my stats are down, but I have a whole slew of job apps that are going out this weekend. Also, I’m happy to report that I’m back to writing my morning pages and opening my fiction works in progress.
Miles Walked: 14.5
Miles Biked: 5
Jobs applied to: 1
Networking meetings: 2
Overheard: Two men running shirtless talking about their midlife back-hair growth…”Just put me in the zoo and call me a bear!”
A man cutting fingernails on subway train and letting them fall to the ground. Ick.
A woman in a drugged stupor who everyone ignored even when she almost fell off her seat. I shook her to find out if she needed medical attention and then told the train driver. I realize there are too many of those situations to help all the time, but it didn’t hurt me to help her in that moment.
10 thoughts on “Week Four: a home and a new city”
Anna, thanks for your excelle t blog posts, which are inspiring me to blog from my own grand adventure. I particularly appreciate the confident tone of this entry, as you settle into your very own room in NYC.
XOXO! I’m so glad someone out there is reading and enjoying. Send me a link when your blog is up and running.
I’m reading. You amaze me, Anna. Thanks for sharing your adventure. Much more brave than I’d ever be and I’m no whimp! Good luck and keep on going…………
Oh, Mona! So glad to have you my corner!
Hi lady! I love that wonderful little kitchen and hearing about all your adventures. I thought of you this week and wished you were here to scream in indignation and frustration down at the Capitol. Sadly, I think there will be many more opportunities. stay strong and have FUN! xoxo
Jen, it’s much easier for me to hop a bus and be there now. (Or you come here to get away.) Let’s see each other more!
Love love love your commentary…it is after all “my Brooklyn”….you are a terrific writer and a good person. I am so proud you are seeing the gentle people and helping the helpless.
I love experiencing “your” Brooklyn. I was in the Village the other night and had to walk down 14th St. I spent a minute paying homage to Esther and Gil’s building. There’s a fancy club across the street now and people were lined up to go in.
I’m getting so much from your blog! Lived near Prospect Park for a year or so, but you’re much more adventurous – and there’s so much more going on! – than I was. Thanks for taking us along.
Jackie, it’s so great to see your comment. If you have ideas of things to check out, let me know. My thoughts are with you and the Brunswick Dems for GOTV! My absentee ballot is on its way to Brooklyn.