Valentine's Day

It was a wonderfully sunny and almost warm day for all the crackpot lovers. Their chocolates will melt along with the snow...which is almost gone.

Anyway on Sheldon's last day of freedom we went downtown and across to the West Village to track down a copy of  another magazine that features the "Priscilla" cast.  Failed in the mission but here are some little snaps.

Oh please!

This man really believed spring into existence

We will go to  Bernd Goeckler Antiques for our furniture and vital pedimanta.   The desk and chair are by Andre Sornay. They come flat packed with an allen key.

This is only part of a 117 piece service by Jean E Puiforcat and came from the French Liner, "Normandie".  We will use this for every day and keep other for best.

All these townhouses are ours.

A jigsaw puzzle in the making

This was a lovely little French stationers on Greenwich

Near 7th and Greenwich

This is a mural in a little diner called The Village Den.  I had a raw roast beef sanger with a dill pickle!!!

Pick the disciples

I call this study, "Light and Shadow on an e"

I call this study, "Osteo and the Red Fire Station"

Took these from a seat outside the gourmet deli on 7th Ave South while Sheldon was inside stocking up on tuck

A very dapper Italian waiter slapped these little cupids above the menu in readiness for tonights idiots who will gaze at each other over chianti and gurgle nonsense.  He'll have one too many and her new Victorias Secrets will ride up her whatsit and start a rash .

And the wise Buddha,after having wet himself, will nod and smile and continue to gaze into the supreme nothingness of nothing.