sarah in nyc

 I had planned to write a detailed post about the rest of our train adventures. But I think that instead I will do a quick photo dump. But before I do, a quick introduction. Any of you who know me, either just as a reader here or as someone who knows me in person, there is nothing that makes me happier that seeing beautiful things.  We traveled through landscapes that made me understand while people might worship mountains. So may of the mountains that we passed were simultaneously rising out of the ground and eroding at the same time. We learned that Coloradans have a custom of mooning the AMTRAK train as it goes by. This was just one of many times we were mooned while going through Colorado.  It was impossible to not think of the people who crossed these mountains in wagon trains.  Eventually, we got to the Pacific Ocean. This wasn't the fastest or least expensive way to travel. It was, however, pretty wonderful.

  My doorman just let me know that there was a cache of sewing supplies waiting for me in the lobby. It was a laundry basket filled to the gills with spools and cones of threads, two to three dozen zippers, many of them long separating zippers, a pair of dressmaking shears,   an excellent hip curve ruler and most of a roll of four inch elastic. A hip curve is one of those nice to have tools that I haven't been willing to spend money on. The zippers are the kind of thing that are expensive to buy and are great to have on hand. Four inch elastic is just the thig for a lovely wide waistband. Dust can be hard on thread and can cause breakage. I will see what is salvageable and what is not. I just discovered that this fabulous haul came to me via a cousin who had a hoarder tenant.  One never knows the proportion of treasure vs. trash that shows up in such hauls. I rule this haul to be enough treasure to be a win.

  I was planning to write my next post about more of our train travels. However this weekend I learned some news that I really need to write about. I was probably nine or ten the first time I met Lisa Fliegel. She went to Solomon Schechter along with some of my friends who had recently transferred to my school, I lived in a universe where one had to be contained and follow the rules. Lisa was a giant presence. I had never met a girl my age who was THAT funny, THAT outrageous. You just knew that if Lisa showed up in a room the PAR-TY had arrived.  I knew that Lisa's mother had died when Lisa was in elementary school --and despite that  Lisa was always the most fun person in the room. Lisa went to high school and was involved with Young Judaea with my closest friends. We attended some of the same parties. We hung out in the some of the same living rooms. She was the most essential friend of some of my dear friends. When I went to college and during those early weeks when yo...

 I know that I haven't posted for a couple of weeks.  A few things made posting difficult. One, was that it is actually difficult to compost a post on my phone. It's time consuming and more than a little difficult. Another issue was that my camera's battery died and I hadn't brought the charger with me. My phone takes OK, not great photos. I am so used to taking photos with my camera. My camera is an extension of my brain. I had to adjust to not having that tool available. So, enough with the excuses. Our plan was to take the train from Chicago to San Francisco. We decided that given that it was a trip for a special occasion, and also given the reality that we both get up at night to use the bathroom, that it made sense to go first class and spring for a roomette with it's own bathroom and shower. We tend to be budget travelers and it was lovely to get first class service. You are instructed to arrive at Union Station early It's just a beautiful space. Inside th...