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I reached for IPat and….


This is what happens after a day with Gwen and Phil at the Met, drinking a big coffee too late in the day which made me Twitchy and Squirmy and then e-mailing cartoons to such far away places as New Jersey and Toulouse starring Gwen, Phil and Naked Marble guy (a/k/a Rallying Point). Oh what a pest I was for a couple of hours. It was past the bedtime of Benedicte so she, he he, will wake up to ALL of them – blam! – in the morning when I’ll be still safely asleep. p.s.: (full disclosure: I worked on top of photographs (i.e., tracing) using Sketch Time app and then deleted the photos)



An early morning e-mail from Benedicte:  “Ready to take MN to GCT to meet you at TT to jump in BB for VG date at PMOA.”


Chapter 1:



Chapter 2:





Chapter 3:





We spent about/almost two hours with VG.  Nice to spend time with him up close and personal-like even though it meant fighting off the hoards who had the same idea.  
The map of the innards of PMOA was nearly impossible to follow.  It seems like the whole day, everywhere we were we had to ask a man in uniform for directions.  One was memorable and kept our imaginations busy for quite some time.
Boy oh boy were we pleasantly surprised/astounded by the contemporary art wing.  Oh.  A room full of Jasper Johns was only the tip of the iceberg.  It made us forget our sore, throbbing, spending-time-with-VG-feet.  I really wish that wing was on this side of the Hudson (says the greedy art everywhere New Yorker).
We saw an up close original Adolph Gottlieb pictograph.  Ah ha.  Lightbulbs went off in our noggins.  iPat shot off an e-mail to the absent others to brag about our good fortune.  (Next week we are getting together to make our own.)
Both of us fell in love with a Jackson Pollock (I never thought I’d say that), “Male and Female”, 1942-43.
A room of contemporary Mexican art.  
And it just went on and on – each room held more surprises.


Chapter 4:


Time to spare so we spent our un-spent public transportation $8 on a coffee, latte and an oatmeal raisin cookie for me (it only came to $6 but I already spent the other $2 earlier in the day, he he) and lolled at an umbrella table inside the Amtrak station.  At the Police booth two white-haired cops had started their shift.  Oh well.  We had our memories.




Sporadically, on the way home, iPat and iBen played an internet game (Draw Something) with each other. 

BB has nice Wi-Fi.



Only ten minutes late, we parted company and Benedicte headed to GCT and MN while I walked in the other direction to PS and LIRR.  






I just arrived home from the city.

Shirley, Melly (partly) and I had lunch and then went to the outdoor figure drawing.  What a beautiful day. My drawings were pretty crappy and Shirley said we shouldn’t blame the model but…. 

At Penn Station I was in time to catch an express – first stop = mine.  I got a window seat, took out iPat, checked my e-mail (thanks Gwen for naming the flower), and started to read an old issue of Cloth Paper Scissors in PDF form.  Ahhh.  I felt good.  

But Then:  a girl sat next to me, thump thump thump boom bang thump screech thump


Remember?  I’ve decided I’m not shy any more so I closed GoodReader and opened Sketch Club and started drawing – – with my finger! in full view! that’s how annoyed I was!

I was immediately calmed down.  BFF iPat.  Smooch.  
And, the music volume seems to have been mysteriously lowered.  


(Hey!  I just remembered that I completely forgot to be concerned about earthquakes as I travelled under massive buildings in snake-like trains.)



And I was so stoked and digging myself that I sat down in the train station waiting room, whipped out iPat and the stylus and just drew away with nary a thought or concern about who was watching me.  

Almost missed my train.

And then, on the train, I took up where I left off and was not even aware of the guy snoring next to me or the conductor reaching for the ticket that I stuck between the smart cover and the iPat.

Almost missed my stop.

Am I no longer shy?  

Melly e-mailed and asked all of us  to come over and help her with some projects because she CRAVED our company and NEEDED to giggle and chat.  At the same time Benedicte sent us pictures of some teddy bear and doll clothing she made.   This innocently triggered (Teri’s Fault) a whole slew of messages back and forth and back again and all around (remember the Zip Line Plan?).  Shirley was AWOL during this period but that did not mean she was not roped in anyway.  She was assigned a part.  And then, of course, I, under the caffeine and iPad addiction influences, decided to Predict The Future.


It was a close call.  

Melly showed off some esoteric (my word because I’d never seen them before) musical instruments belonging to David and that set off Benedicte.  She swirled the rod thing around the big bowl, she discovered the whosewhatsits for the percussion thingy and banged away and started Flinging Her Booty around in sync. Teri’s bare feet began sliding and shuffling and kicking in the air. 

But then, Benedicte stopped, put on her responsible adult face and looked at Melly:  “Ok, what do you want us to do?”  and we spent the afternoon sewing, soy wax dabbing, yakking, giggling and eating.  


And Melly had a big grin on her face all day long.  

One of the best reasons for going to work has always been the AC.  I like my job but am partial to 10:20 am 


and 1:30 pm  


Of course, I only have to show up one day a week and the coffee is free so what’s not to like?