Category Archives: Musings

Chivalry is Dead

A little girl
Dreams of
Princes
Daring rescues
Romance
And adoration

Longs for her
Worth recognized
Her father’s
Princess
Her lover’s
Queen

Smoke and
Mirrors mirror
On the wall
Lied shattered
Seven years
Bad luck

Little girl
Chasing figments
Disillusioned no
Shield no
Pedestal no
White knight

Rely on no
Man only fierce
Determination
Make your
Own Happily
Ever after


Wordle…wth is a wordle you ask?

Here is a wordle of this website.  Enjoy! They are quite fun to make, so if you’d like to try it just head over to Wordle.


Reflections

Staff day at the Frick was quite possibly the coolest thing that I got to do all summer. I’m not kidding! Bowling on a per-mechanization bowling alley, attending art lectures on the restoration of the Diana sculpture (for starters), getting to check out the “new” vault (that is HUGE!!) and having the opportunity to take some fantastic pictures of the garden and koi pond. I hope you enjoy the slide show!

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Rain Down on Me

Gorgeous gloomy morning at The Frick.  This is view out the window near my desk in the FARL book department.  These windows overlook Central Park, since FARL is on the corner of 5th and 70th.  I thought it looked so ethereal.

A couple of hours later I was sitting with Cynthia at her desk reviewing how to update records in Millennium when BANG! thunder crashed directly overhead.  I’m sure lightening hit something and the thunder was so loud and powerful it shook the building…so much so that alarms went off not only in the building but on the street below from tripped car alarms.  It wasn’t supposed to rain today (20% chance), but by the time I had to leave and walk home it was raining cats and dogs.  White pants and ballet shoes are NOT ideal walking gear for this sort of weather.  At least I always carry my umbrella with me.  Although I’m lamenting the fact that I have neither the inclination nor the space to carry rubber rain boots with me where ever I go.  Squishy shoes are no picnic though.  But it is beautiful isn’t it?


Cacophany

Noise a constant thrum

Conversation

Wheels on pavement

Engines churning river

Crying salvation

Damnation

Blurring into

Startling silence

A private bubble

My thoughts alone

Take voice

Creating a cacophony

Refusing to quiet

Lingering past sleep

Halting dreams

Ending with sighs

Constant thrum

Soothing only

To wake once again


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