My oafish brother Thor gets all the credit for being able to influence the weather, but I do pretty well. Which is why, when the humans planned to a) visit a church with exceptional stained glass windows and b) explore the city’s other large botanical garden in one of the southern boroughs, I magicked up a cold, soaking rain.
It is even more of a delight traveling about the city today, because for some reason (innocent whistling) most of the trains that run between Manhattan and Brooklyn are not doing so. This necessitates a switch to a different line and frequent consultation of the subway map. And much grumbling.
Ehehehehe! The human female chose to wear a skirt today, and her fancy shoes, and now she’s all soppy-draggly about the hem. The church photos are dark and dreary, and tempers are beginning to fray.
Now we are all standing, under umbrellas, on the church porch, waiting for… I don’t know what. Now there’s a minivan pulling up, there’s a man getting out, and he and the human female are hugging! And the human male is just standing there! WHAT IS GOING ON?!
Oh. Apparently this man is an old house-mate she hasn’t seen in thirty years. He lives here and they arranged to meet up today. Poor fellow, I’m sure he wasn’t prepared for how gray and saggy she’s become. That’s like to ruin the brunch we’re all headed to have.
So here we all are. The old housemate has come with his wife and grown up daughter. They are all going to sit around and talk about the “olden days” and “how much the old home town has changed” and “how awful the traffic is in New York.” Go ahead and reminisce and blather on, people. I’ll just eat your omelets while you do.
Bleargh! By Idunn’s little green apples! Who puts spinach in an omelet???
Since the rain shows no sign of abating, the former housemate has suggested that we visit a nearby museum, rather than the botanical garden. This idea has been approved. Now we just have to figure out which combination of one-way streets will actually bring us to this destination.
Goodbye, former housemate! See you in another thirty years.
This museum features a suite of rooms taken from some fancy historical house. I find old furniture and knick-knacks yawn-inducing, but Sigyn is charmed by the tiny replica of the house itself.
Too bad it’s behind glass, my love, or you could explore the miniature garden.
By Thor’s bitty ballpeen! Is everything in this city for sale? The entire Egyptian wing is closed to the public today, having been rented out for a private function. This is beyond infuriating. When I come to rule this miserable rock, I will have instant access to anything I want, whenever I want it.
One of the exhibits we can view is dedicated to the color blue. The staff have assembled an assortment of blue items from the various galleries.
Sigyn, of course, has gravitated straight to the glassware. There are no paperweights, which are her favorites, but this footed dish is nice, I suppose.
This pair of recumbent equines has also caught her eye.
She has named them Tweedledee and Dumbledore. Dearest, I think you may be mixing your books…
Oh, ho! Now this is something!
I am quite smitten with this little pagoda-throne. I need only oust the current occupant so that I may sit as regally as befits my glorious behind.
(later) We were all museumed out. After retracing our public transit steps and stops and false starts back across the city, we have changed into dry clothes and ventured out for dinner.
We are all of us quite fond of dim sum, and we have found the narrowest little hole in the wall in which to eat some. Truly, we are seated in what most people would call a hallway,
Alas! There are no wu gok to be had. (Ha, mortals! I had a word with the kitchen. They usually have them, but not for you. Not today!)
We shall have to content ourselves with these roast dug egg rolls, pork buns, and other tiny dumplingesque offerings.
We have also tried the soup dumplings, which we did not photograph because they must be eaten whole, in one bite, lest one end up wearing half the soup.
Yawn! It has been a long day. The humans accomplished about 50% of their goals, and the weather is too sloppy to try for the top of the Very Tall Building again. I count that as success.
More mischief tomorrow!