After 6 months of a kind of house-arrest, I finally had a holiday.
Tuesday morning pre-4am, saw me bright and bushy, up and about, preparing for my first trip via an airoplane. Just as I was pulling on my jeans, the 'phone rang. Initially, we assumed it was some kind of alarm clock, but eventually, we picked up and guess what? My flight was cancelled.
Second guess, I was not being informed by a real hooman bean, but by a computer. So, began some frantic 'phone calls to the airline and eventually, by a bit of clever re-routing, I managed to get to the Big Apple, without too much delay.
What a few days I had! Running around, looking at antique jewellery. Met up with customers, which was great fun, met my son and his friends - mixed reports on that one. Went to CT, getting together with family and being taken to see the museums at Yale and the Museum of British Art over the road to Yale. Who'd have thunk that all those amazing paintings by the greatest British artists were in a quiet street in New Haven. Strangely, the most vivid impression of all, was the African art upstairs at Yale. The forms are so strong and the message so direct. This isn't about art, so I'll move on.
Reuven arrived on Friday evening after some amazing adventures of his own. We had a fun and very busy few days: invited out for dinner, saw two excellent plays on Broadway, met up with some of his old friends and of course, more alte zachen. The only minus was that we didn't have a minute to breathe, nor to see everyone we really wanted to see. But there is hopefully, going to be a next time very soon.
Finally, we dragged ourselves home about midnight Sunday. The price for such a good time had to be paid and sure enough, Monday turned out to be 'one of those days'.
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