okay, okay…so I wrote marshal law instead of martial law. do you know what time it was when i wrote that? I was sleep-blogging. Anyway, for all you know, there is a very bossy person named Marshal who lays down the law here.
Today we had to vacuum and clean the bathrooms and iron the duvet cover and change the linens and push the swiffer around and take out all the trash before the “people” came to look at the apartment. Ironing pillowcases is very satisfying–swish, swish, that lovely smell of steam and starch, swish, fold, swish, fold again and you have this perfect square of percale. The duvet cover was more like a Marx Brothers movies.
When we escaped our housekeeping and went outside to the park, it was beautiful and overrun with twins in sporty strollers and toddlers toddling and children on their fathers’ shoulders kicking with their little Crocks. Enough bicycles to fill Copenhagen. And a 4-month old shnorkie (shnauzer yorkie) puppy bouncing across the street. My step-father said, “It’s like a parade out here. New York is always a parade.”
Last week I went to speak at the Scarsdale Women’s Club. Here’s a picture of the beautiful place:
(photo by susan farley for The New York Times)
And here is some of its history from an article about the club in the Times:
“Formed during World War I by women who were part of the suffragist movement, the club has a history of bringing together progressive women to promote philanthropy, community and culture, said Genevieve Johnson, a member of the club’s board.
In 1919, the Scarsdale Woman’s Club (which, despite its name, draws members from throughout Westchester) bought and ran the local newspaper, The Scarsdale Inquirer, because the members wanted a credible town paper, Ms. Johnson said. A copy of the first edition hangs on the clubhouse walls.
The women subsequently used the profits from the paper, which the club sold about 40 years later, to help buy the Lang home as a clubhouse. It cost $84,000. They also ran a tearoom to help pay off the mortgage.”
(To read the full article click here)
My kind of ladies. And they were, too. And they served tea!
