So it's been a week.
Apr. 13th, 2018 10:00 pmSleep's been weird this week. I've woken up for about an hour of restlessness and coughing a couple of times, and at least this morning I was able to get back into bed and doze for another hour or so. Before, I just got up, stayed up, and went to work early. Neither option's as good as just sleeping.
On the grounds "you can't cough if you're unconscious" I've been using port as a cough syrup substitute before bed this week. It's been pretty effective, though I doubt I'll rely on it as a long-term strategy.
Yesterday I did a tiny bit of archiving consultation work for one of my dad's good friends. It was some of the most fun I've had in ages and made me happy I've held onto some of those grad school textbooks. And not just for drinking tea in a West Village studio apartment with a beautiful NYC cityscape view - the depth and shapes of the rooftops, the pyramid greenhouse, the trees on the little sidestreet, the size and scale of the buildings, all those could've been any number of cities from San Francisco to Copenhangen, but it was the water tower dead center of the view rising high above all that told me this was New York City.
He didn't need much help or guidance since he's doing it all according to proper procedure already and the biggest piece of concrete advice I gave was that he should get a couple pieces of paper art framed. Paper art made by Hans Christian Anderson. Yes, him of the little mermaid. And yes, I got to hold it. The rest of his archive was old family letters and journals kept in protective enclosures with an ongoing index so people can ask for specific ones to be scanned and shared. Some of the letters are carbon copies because his father would want to mail the local news to all his relatives in Germany and Peru and Canada, and I was glad to be sitting down because I didn't make the connection between mailing lists and mailing lists before.
Spring is settling in, at long last. Though if I consider when winter really began, both the first cold snaps and reasonable snowfalls, it's more as though winter took about as long as it needed to, it was just slow in arriving, so spring's coming in late. It'll be up to summer and autumn to work out their schedules to see that next year's seasons are more reasonable in their timing and debuts. Though it's fun to see which trees are in bloom, and where, because it's not just the difference between boroughs, it's something of a difference between parks in the boroughs. Some of the cherries are coming in at Central Park, but the Botanical Garden hasn't gotten any yet, they've only just started out in Brooklyn, and Riverside's still waiting.
Speaking of parks, earlier tonight I blanked on the name of one, but cobbled together "the one Olmsted designed in Brooklyn" before Prospect came back into conscious thought.
On the grounds "you can't cough if you're unconscious" I've been using port as a cough syrup substitute before bed this week. It's been pretty effective, though I doubt I'll rely on it as a long-term strategy.
Yesterday I did a tiny bit of archiving consultation work for one of my dad's good friends. It was some of the most fun I've had in ages and made me happy I've held onto some of those grad school textbooks. And not just for drinking tea in a West Village studio apartment with a beautiful NYC cityscape view - the depth and shapes of the rooftops, the pyramid greenhouse, the trees on the little sidestreet, the size and scale of the buildings, all those could've been any number of cities from San Francisco to Copenhangen, but it was the water tower dead center of the view rising high above all that told me this was New York City.
He didn't need much help or guidance since he's doing it all according to proper procedure already and the biggest piece of concrete advice I gave was that he should get a couple pieces of paper art framed. Paper art made by Hans Christian Anderson. Yes, him of the little mermaid. And yes, I got to hold it. The rest of his archive was old family letters and journals kept in protective enclosures with an ongoing index so people can ask for specific ones to be scanned and shared. Some of the letters are carbon copies because his father would want to mail the local news to all his relatives in Germany and Peru and Canada, and I was glad to be sitting down because I didn't make the connection between mailing lists and mailing lists before.
Spring is settling in, at long last. Though if I consider when winter really began, both the first cold snaps and reasonable snowfalls, it's more as though winter took about as long as it needed to, it was just slow in arriving, so spring's coming in late. It'll be up to summer and autumn to work out their schedules to see that next year's seasons are more reasonable in their timing and debuts. Though it's fun to see which trees are in bloom, and where, because it's not just the difference between boroughs, it's something of a difference between parks in the boroughs. Some of the cherries are coming in at Central Park, but the Botanical Garden hasn't gotten any yet, they've only just started out in Brooklyn, and Riverside's still waiting.
Speaking of parks, earlier tonight I blanked on the name of one, but cobbled together "the one Olmsted designed in Brooklyn" before Prospect came back into conscious thought.