dream out loud

Today is a beautiful morning in Manhattan. I went out for a brief stroll by myself. I picked up coffee and a blueberry ginger muffin at Silver Moon Bakery (YAY!) and started to walk back to my apartment. One of my favorite things about New York City: conversations overheard on the street. Walking behind me was a mom with her daughter (upon turning around, I could see she was about 4, and way too old to be in a stroller) Here is what I heard…

Mom: We can start thinking about what toys you’d like to pack for the Dominican Republic.

Daughter: (starts listing off toys and dolls and dollhouse)

Mom: Well, we can’t pack the dollhouse. It’s too many things for vacation, sweetie. Maybe they sell some sort of a portable dollhouse.

Daughter: Yeah, because momma, you know what?

Mom: What, baby?

Daughter: Lara has one at her house and I want one.

(We stop here to cross the street)

Mom: Really? Is it very small? (makes the size with her hands) It’s small enough like to pack in a suitcase and we can take it on vacation?

Daughter: Uh-huh

Mom: Oh okay, we’ll look for it, we’ll have to buy you one.

At this point, the light changes and I dash across the street. No real need to hear what happens next. As I go up to my own little portable dollhouse, I think about this little girl owning a real dollhouse at home and her mom about to purchase her a vacation dollhouse. Much like many of the actual residences of people who live here. New York, I love you, but sometimes you just don’t make sense.

Clearly, my daily blogging caught another glitch. July 5th was stuck somewhere in transit. I woke up on July 5, 2009 in China. At about 12:30pm, I started traveling to the airport and boarded the flight at 5pm. Fourteen hours later, I landed in Toronto, where it was 7pm on July 5. And now, I’m in my parents’ house in New Jersey, where it is just after 12am on July 6. It doesn’t feel right to mess with the space-time continuum in this way. Bedtime now, and then when I wake up, I’ll figure out where I am and when it is.