my thoughts from this weekend

Love wouldn't be precious, if it worked out for everyone.
Walking through NY lately reminds me of my affinity for swinging as a child. That feeling of being pushed through the crisp air, to somewhere better. Everyone beside you doing the same thing.

Stories I've been telling my friends lately.
1) Shirley and I were walking through a deli near Columbus Circle. A woman walks by, talking to her dog, a little yappy thing that looks up to me with crazy eyes. "Remember that turkey I got you here? Didn't you like that?"
I quietly mention it. The woman walks by us again, says "Those asians. Never say anything". Shirley expresses her disbelief. I say that I'm honored to have been part of her dialogue with her dog, I just wish it wasn't inaccurate (the asian was saying something- about her) and borderline racist.
2) Daffy's was closing, so I bought a box of random office supplies, fingertip moistener padss, counterfeit detector pens, etc. for $4.
3) A dress store in Chelsea was moving, so I bought a mannequin for $8. The owner asked if it was because I was an art student. I say, well I went to art school. But for graphic design. I just wanted the mannequin, to dress my next days outfit up.
4) There are often neighborhood tours in the west village where I live. But yesterday, a group of people, were led by own overzealous guide, to lift up a pothole in the sidewalk, and stare into it. I stopped my walk home for a second, to listen to them talk about the waterbugs.