So there I was standing underground..

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So there I was standing underground, camera slung over my shoulder (unabashedly declaring my tourist status!) awaiting a train that would bring me to that most crazy and intoxicating of New York destinations, Times Square. As I stood there, shifting my weight and watching the people, I noticed this woman standing a little ways in front of me. She was twirling away on her long copper locks.. actions, I decided, of a person feeling either content or anxious. Of course I had no idea which it was, or whether it was either one at all. But I can certainly imagine what some of her thoughts may have been, as she stood there underground twirling her hair, waiting for a train bound for Times Square (or at least in that direction) on that Saturday afternoon:


..I don't really have to create a fussy dessert for tomorrow night, I think I will just pick up some fresh raspberries and serve them over some vanilla ice cream- ooh and blueberries too, it will look so American- his folks will love it….

..I think I'll be naughty today and get myself something from Godiva's in the square! and after I'm done at the seamstress I may just go in and see what's new at Jimmy Choo before I pick up the kids….

..ooh Cosmo was right.. my hair does feel softer today- I just hope I don't smell like a pint of Sam Adams.. hmm then again, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing....

..oh I forgot to ask Denzel what time he wants me to bring the kids over tomorrow afternoon- I think if I can get to the theatre by four today, we'll have time to chat about it before he goes on....

..I bet the Rover must be coming due for an oil change soon- I'll have to get my creeper back from next door and pick up a few litres so I can get at it this Saturday...

..I wonder if maybe we should explore Irish names - Seamus? Sean? ohh how do you possibly pick just one name that you're going to be saying for the rest of your life?...

..hmmm I wonder what it looks like over there inside that tunnel? I'd probably need a flashlight in order to find out….

..ohhh what is he going to say to me when he finds out I only spent two hundred and fifty dollars at Macy's? I just can't justify spending the thousand dollars he gave me just on clothes- I don’t know how other women do it.….

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