Okay, and a mini horse. I spent a couple of hours at Jones Farm in Cornwall, NY and took some pretty shots of the chickens and roosters before heading into their gift shop and art gallery. So I’m sharing with you the pretty chickens, roosters, and yes, the mini horse.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to throw a knife. I had been assured it wasn’t difficult but finding a place that would teach it was the catch. So I was thrilled to see stands set up at the Renaissance Faire in Tuxedo, NY for knife throwing, axe throwing, star throwing, and archery.
Okay, for the record, I suck at knife throwing. Yes, my knife hit the target board—if you count the side of the hilt slapping against the board before falling to the ground. I did better at throwing stars, and archery—again, for my first time ever—was best of all.
Nine seconds of bliss. Turn up the volume to hear my Frankie. 🙂
And what does one do when sweat slicks along the skin and hair becomes limp or frizzed out? When walking one block leaves clothes sticking like a rubber glove and suddenly there’s no energy to take another step?
Write about it, of course.
New York City is an open sauna right now. The good news? The muggy weather is great for dieting (nausea will do that to you).
It’s also good for starting conversations. The misery of melting outside, rain or sun, creates a feeling of fellow suffering. Just saying “Some weather, huh?” as I walk past people walking their dogs gets a relieved reply, as if we’ve unburdened ourselves of some deep secret.
Otherwise, I’m hard pressed to come up with a good justification for this nasty humidity. But I can take notes and use it in a future story.
Stay cool, everybody! And be nice to the tourists—poor things—who came here in the sticky month many New Yorkers try to escape.
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