First solo Subway trip

OK. Today I took my first solo subway trip, and fortunately it was disappointingly uneventful. I had to go and get shoes for the job interview tomorrow, and Carson had to get to work. So I hopped on the subway, went down to Astor Place and walked over to the shoe district where I procured a pair of black stylish but calm and conservative leather shoes. Then I hopped back on the subway in rush-hour traffic at about 5:15 and rode back to my neighborhood. The train did get crowded, but only after I was already on there, so it was just that there wasn't room for other people.

But I have to tell you, I was just a little dazzled today. Broadway. Park Ave. Madison Ave. Streets known throughout the civilized world, and they're my neighborhood now. I can walk to Bloomindale's. I can walk to Central Park and the Metropolitan Museum. And I haven't even started exploring yet. Spent pretty much every day here so far dealing with the stuff I brought up from Key West with me. There's a big difference between taking stuff out of a first floor apartment and carrying it up to a 6th floor apartment without an elevator. And then just organizing and cramming stuff together and making everything fit! I'm almost through with what I have here. Two boxes went right to the storage room, and probably after I get settled in a bit, I'll look into tackling that stuff and figuring out what to do with it.

Tabitha, Carson's cat, and Mikey and Salem, my gay dogs, are still trying to figure each other out. Mikey was wildly humping Salem today, by the way. Don't have a clue where he gets it from . . . Anyway, Tabitha is getting more and more curious about the boys and of course, every time they see her they run over to greet her, which puts her off a little bit. But when I got home they were all three on the furniture in the main room of the apartment: Salem and Mikey on the futon and Tabitha on the recliner.