Good morning, all! I stayed up until 1 am watching reruns of THE NANNY, which never fails to make me laugh and slept rather well except for two dreams which were a little unsettling: in one, my colleague on the BABES IN TOYLAND project announced that he was quitting and my last dream this morning included a school of music and students and a lot of waiting in a train station or lobby, the second part included a shooting of a student and a lot of deceased relatives: my Aunt Lois, mom, dad, and some very blue kitchen towels I'd purchased from one of the students. There were also several living cousins in the dream as well.
I really like a heavy snow day in Manhattan: the streets are very quiet, as though everythng's gone into hibernation, and then you'll hear the occasional scrape of a shovel against concrete. Holy Trinity Church has a mass this morning but I don't hear anything from the congregation, not even the sound of the organ. I was happy to stay under the blankets and dream as long as I could.
I will shortly head down to Toyland to pick up a book I need, and then I will go to Town Hall for the Men's Chorus concert. I hope the Appalachian Carols go really well today; my dad deserves no less.
DR Der Brucer, I would suggest Woody say nothing unless the kid brings it up. I would guess he's heard enough by now from a grapevine of neighbors, relatives, his mother and the attorney. If he wants to talk about it more, he should be the one to initiate the dialogue. I would guess he's both horrified and embarrassed by his father's behavior.
