I think that part of what makes staying at a hotel fun is that you don’t have all your stuff. You have only some things, but they are pretty much enough for whatever you’re doing. And the absence of the rest of your stuff means you have less to think about, less to worry about. That leaves you with more mental energy, so you can think and feel more clearly.
Yes, it’s a famous Pittsburgh-area foodie destination; yes, they have all kinds of delicious things like amazing cheese and orgeat syrup and amazing olive oil and real Italian imported everything. It is indeed hard to fathom that one might not want to go there.
So, I’ve had this apartment for over a week and haven’t been in it for more than a few hours at a time. Why? Because while there was furniture and various amenities, there was no Internet. I need my Internet. Continue reading “Impromptu”
On Friday we moved furniture from my house to the new loft. It turned out that I own almost enough furniture to furnish both a small house and an apartment — if you needed an example of overconsumption in the modern age, I think that’s a fine one to use.
My cats will be spending time in Pittsburgh with me, so I took their lovely cat tree down to the loft. The cat tree is a nice piece of furniture: It’s made of hardwood, finished with an espresso stain, with segments of carpet on the surfaces for the cats to sit on and scratch.
Here are Max and Sammie on the tree, before we moved it.
The cats are up here in Butler with me this weekend, and they have mostly adjusted to having their world turned topsy-turvy, all the places that they normally sit having been moved or removed.
But Max is little lost without his tree. He keeps looking to where it should be, as though it might reappear any moment.
Think how excited he will be to reunite with the tree in the new place!
In the late 1980s, I was a big fan of Banana Republic. Actually, I’ve bought items from Banana Republic many times since then, but the Banana Republic of today is very different from the Banana Republic of then.
It used to be that Banana Republic was more of a catalog experience, where the catalogs were printed on cream colored, heavy stock paper. The items were not photographed but illustrated, and they were described in expansive, worldly prose. Continue reading “The Weekend Dress, circa 1986”