Dear Diary:


Ms NOLA and I got together again this afternoon. I saw Whatever Works at eleven, at the Angelika — and, once again, there was sound trouble. (At least the sound never cut out entirely silent, as it did for Elegy, in the same auditorium.) But nothing could diminish the splashing summer fun of Patricia Clarkson’s astonishing performance — the most astonishing aspect of which was that an astonishing actress could astonish. (Come to think of it, Ms Clarkson appeared in Elegy as well. Maybe the sound gremlin is her doing.) After the movie, I walked over to Spring Street, between Crosby and Lafayette, to visit a shop that was written up in the Times the other day. What a ha-ha Kathleen had at my expense when I announced that I’d discovered it: she has been going to an uptown branch of Pylones for four years at least (sez she). I bought a bunch of stuff, but this was the pièce de résistance. At least Kathleen was kind enough to pronounce it cool.

Then I hopped on the train and rode up to 28th Street. Ms NOLA and I had a lunch date at La Petite Auberge, an ancient-looking French restaurant on Lex with an ancient-looking menu. There is nothing ancient-tasting about the food, however. Although it’s conservative, it is not preserved.

There was much to discuss. It was all utterly confidential and très hush-hush. Ms NOLA actually surveyed the restaurant at one point, to make sure that we were “alone.” By the time we left, there was no need to survey the restaurant, because everyone else had left.

After a little errand at a nearby print shop, we headed up to Yorkville and the Upper East Side, where we eventually found ourselves at the Museum’s Roof Garden. This year’s artist, Roxy Paine, has “planted” the terrace with what looks like a wildly out-of-control potato vine and an ice-bedecked bramble.


It was glorious, up on the roof. There was a fine breeze that moderated the beat of the sun. I had a couple of glasses of Prosecco. Ms NOLA soaked up the greenery of the clipped yews that border the garden (not to mention the grand carpet of treetops that separated us from Midtown). Life was good.

We went downstairs and sailed quickly through the Francis Bacon show.  I make a point of visiting the big painting or drawing shows whenever I’m at the Museum, even if it’s only for a few minutes’ visit. That is the luxury of living nearby: there is always time for a quick run-through — and for a few stop-and-stares along the way. I have begun to recognize the face of George Dyer even after his lover has rearranged it.


Stopping in at Crawford Doyle minutes before it closed, and loading up on great books that I may not live to read, we returned to the apartment and drank tea on the balcony. Eventually, we persuaded Kathleen to come home. Actually, she met us at the New Panorama Café, where she dared to dine on her usual dish, penne al pomodoro. A consultation with the internist lifted the prisoner-of-war diet. Kathleen is to avoid whole milk, butter, and cream for a week, but she can eat hard cheese, which of course  mean reggiano parmegiano. Last time I checked, she was sleeping comfortably. Ms NOLA hopped on a bus afterward, and I have been here at my desk ever since. It hardly feels like three hours!

3 Responses to “Dear Diary:

  1. father Tony says:

    I believe that some of those shiny creepers are the same Roxy Paines that had been in Madison Square where they were looking more tree-like and were spectacular (and should have been declared permanent)

  2. Celestine says:

    Hi! My name is Tammy and my son’s have fragile x syomrnde! Something that is debated back and forth over whether or not it’s on the autism spectrum. It’s similar anyway. 🙂 Getting to the place where you wanted to meet up each other have you thought about Gatlinburg or Pigeon Forge TN? One of them is in a dry county but the other one isn’t I don’t think. My ex husband and I would take our kids and it seems like we could by drinks in one town but not the other and they are very close together. Summer time is more expensive there but if you meet up this time of year you can get some spectacular room deals. I’m not sure how much of a discount you can get but back when I went in the winter we got got about a 70% discount on our room. At check it out. You can call the Chamber of Commerce for both towns and find out if they are in a dry county. Good Luck on your search for a wonderful town to go to. Also you could come to my home state of SC. We don’t have a dry county anywhere. Just no beer on Sunday unless go to a bar/restaurant serving it. Greenville is wonderful and so is Charleston! Again good luck on your search!

  3. Louis says:

    Maybe you should visit some of your bgelgors! The farms for autism are all over the U.S. Our farm is not halfway but you are welcome here at Juniper Hill anytime! And Dude Im an Aspie Matt Friedman is a regular volunteer here. The sunflowers will be in bloom, the baby cashmere goats will be born….. We are an hour from Philadelphia, two to Washington DC….3 to New York City…… And 15 minutes from Longwood Gardens…. (Garden Hilton or Fairfield Inn). There is also an awesome bed and breakfast (Speedwell Forge) at the Wolf Sanctuary of PA….Which is 15 minutes from Lancaster (Amish country) …. really peaceful for planning and writing…. About an hour from here….. Good Luck with your planning!