I went to the English dance tonight. My ambivalence about going to social events surfaced in the difficulties I had finding something to wear. Finally, however, I got myself out of the house, and I was on my way. As I drove, the sun was sinking: it was glorious, like an irradiated tangerine.
The dance was fun enough, not fabuloso, but fun, and I stayed through the break, which is rather a challenge for me. On the drive back, I passed the Dinky station, and was surprised. The ticket machines were illuminated in red and blue lights and looked wonderful in the dark. I was amazed at how something so pedestrian could be that transcendentally beautiful.
Back to earth: I got pulled over on Nassau St. by a very young, rather good-looking police officer. Evidently at one point when I switched off my brights, I switched off my headlights! He was very kind, and said that on Nassau Street it's difficult to tell if one's headlights are on or not. He checked my license and registration and then let me go without a ticket. I started to drive off, and realized I still hadn't turned my lights on!!! I turned them on immediately, but was really embarrassed. What a nice experience, in a way, though, because he was very kind.
And yay! Tortellini has come out of hiding.
The day, not so good. The night, much better.
Back to earth: I got pulled over on Nassau St. by a very young, rather good-looking police officer. Evidently at one point when I switched off my brights, I switched off my headlights! He was very kind, and said that on Nassau Street it's difficult to tell if one's headlights are on or not. He checked my license and registration and then let me go without a ticket. I started to drive off, and realized I still hadn't turned my lights on!!! I turned them on immediately, but was really embarrassed. What a nice experience, in a way, though, because he was very kind.
And yay! Tortellini has come out of hiding.
The day, not so good. The night, much better.
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