Hot water- Check
Lavender epsom salt- Check
Easy reading book- check
Yes- after an early morning, a few hours at work, and a long walk up 3rd Ave, I finally made my way home to a quiet apartment and had prepared myself a wonderful bath. I wanted nothing more then to sit in peace and relative quiet letting the hot water work it’s magic and relax my tired feet and sore back while reading the last few chapters of “The Devil Wears Prada” (yes, I reference it all the time… ok ok, no comment).
No sooner had I finally felt just a tiny bit of calmness soak into my body then someone starts banging… pounding really… on the apartment door. Ringing the door bell and POUNDING! As I tried to tune it out, telling myself it must be a delivery or someone selling something (because believe me, nothing was gonna pry me out of that hot water and bubbles), my phone began ringing– the building super. I answer but of course can’t understand a word he is trying to say… so I fly out of the tub and throw on something decent. He’s outside the door, looking upset…
Apparently our tub can’t handle baths and had flooded into the apartment below us. To the minute I have no idea how that managed to happen, as it has no cracks and the water wasn’t overflowing onto the floor or was barely close to full (granted the bubbles made it look much more full… but not the water)!! I was quickly deprived of my relaxing quiet time and thrown back into reality… where I seem to have an endless “To Do” list and tight neck.
I realize however, that if the biggest complaint of my day is that my bath was cut short, I don’t have it all that bad.
Had a productive meeting with my boss at work– that is the planned starting point for my post tomorrow– and enjoyed NOT having plans all afternoon so I could take a long leisurely walk up 3rd Ave. from 16th to 65th (and called that my workout for the day) in search of some jewelry at Pier 1.
I realized today though, how much I want… no, NEED the upcoming 2 week trip to souther Illinois and our family summer cottage on the Mississippi River. The things you learn to live with- the noise for one… like how I spent easily 30 minutes heading an endless beeping noise but not bothering to investigate it cause I thought it was outside when it was just my roommates alarm–, or without for that matter- like a car or time outside… walking everywhere because the subway is SO hot and you are inside at work most of the time so a little sunshine is needed-, can end up driving you crazy but this city is so non-stop you hardly realize… sometimes only when it’s to late.
Some of that I’m sure I will touch on later… there are obviously things I’m beating around the bush writing… partly because it’s hard, partly because I know that a wrong word or phrase or description of the situation could cast a very bad light on people I do care about and that’s not what I have any intention of doing… so saying no more until I can say it right.
And I guess that’s a wrap on this post! I think I’m going to enjoy what is left of my quiet Friday night with desert and a movie. Go to bed early and be up for work bright and early tomorrow.
Thank you all for following, liking, commenting, and sharing… but most of all thank you for reading this blog. I love writing and while I know it’s more like a journal at time, I hope to get it some structure and theme and just continue to share with you all my life adventures in NYC… cause that’s were it all started if I remember correctly!!
Love always, Christiane