It was a warm day, Saturday, so we set out to walk our neighborhood. We began with the Cathedral of the Madelaine. I sat and gawked at the art work of Jesus and angels with golden wings in a cobalt blue sky with golden stars. Gaudy paintings, but then I like my Catholic churches gaudy, or I don't think I'm getting my money's worth. I was surprised that there were no candles to be lit. Maybe it's against fire marshal rules. Lighting candles is one of my favorite things to do.
Tom photographed the stained glass windows. Outside, a couple from Pocatello offered to take our picture and then we took theirs. We're getting the hang of enjoying retirement. It's taken a few years.
We strolled to O.C.Tanner's on State St and had a look inside. The store is three stories high and was decorated with wonderful Christmas tree decorations. I've always loved that building, which was the public library and was changed to a planetarium in the early 60's and now it's O.C. Tanner's .
In high school, I would claim a table next to a window that overlooked the Alta Club and make notes for my debate assignments. When I was much younger, I took the bus downtown and went to the children's library, which was in the basement. I loved that place. You could take seven books home at a time. Seven! I loved the smell of the books, the row upon row of choices. Not that I varied much in those choices. I liked "girl" books and never strayed into "boy" books and, Lord help me, "animal" books. O.C. Tanners has cleaned the building and modernized it into a lovely setting for all things beautiful
Then we walked to our local convenience store, where we bought whole milk for making hot chocolate for Anne and her two international friends, Sandra and Bruna (German and Brazilian) who came in the evening after shopping at Gateway. I invited them to return for a sleepover, an idea they liked. There's much to do downtown, including I gather, a dance club or two. I learned over the summer that what we called "going dancing" is now called "clubbing." I've had to reorient my antennae. Clubbing to me meant drink your liver to destruction, snort stuff up your nose, date rape--you get the picture.
Speaking of snorting stuff, I hear the kids are snorting nutmeg. Really? Nutmeg?
Who was the first person to think of that?
I used to have this really great artsy couple living in my neighborhood. They were both retired professors and were always good for a story and a snark. But then they got snotty and moved from the burbs back to the city. Jerks.
ReplyDeleteWhen Tom and I were in SLC in August, we decided we'd like an apt. at the Belvedere (lgreen awning with a B over the front door). Or, we'd be quite fine living at the Grand America.
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