The events of the upcoming week can conspire to do me in, but I'm assembling forces of angels to help me out. Beginning this Wednesday, my spouse (a.k.a. the colonel) will host 300 people at a nearby venue for a film symposium. This symposium, not a festival, is a biannual event, and I've gone through this very fun and enlightening experience/trial-by-fire five times in a previous life. This is the first of such events in New York.Strangely, I am calm. I've made a list of tasks, accounted for surprises, and organized my life to account for crises. I carry my passport and a credit card with me at all times, so if any day gets too much, there's always New Zealand.
1. Haircut. Before friends arrive, I go see Jason Razorcuthands, my hair stylist in Soho. He gives me the extra flair I need as well as any updates on where to eat fried okra in the city. He also knows that the hair I wake up with in the morning will pretty much look like the hair I'm wearing all day, so he cuts it that way. He's a celebrity stylist and knows how to talk to me.
2. Passport picture. I had to get a new passport picture for something I can't talk about right now (not New Zealand), so I asked a good friend/artist/graphic designer/printmaker/Tribeca pioneer to take it for me. I passed through Soho streets to see her south of Canal.
3. Pashmina. Coming back home north from Tribeca and into the Square above Canal (Squabca, my new name for Soho, suddenly), I looked at a new scarf long enough for the merchant to lower the price.
4. Walking dogs. All days include a walk to the park with loving canines. One of my two best friends, I noticed, is turning into a hairy beast of the forest and needs to see her own stylist. Wouldn't you know, in my neighborhood, that her haircut would cost more than mine?
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As someone who just moved back to the States (family circumstances beyond my control) after living a year and a half in New Zealand, I heartily recommend escaping there, though they are heading into autumn (never "fall" there). But January and February are often quite lovely....remember that when the weather gets you down next northern winter.
Ellen in Lawrence
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