Friday, May 18th, 2007
I was reading in the New York Times this morning about the terrible burden that is placed on affluent New Yorkers when they own a second home in “the country.” I’m putting “the country” in scare quotes because—and this is an observation borne of seven years experience of living in Manhattan—what New Yorkers, bless their sweet, naÃ¯ve urban hearts, call “the country” is not what the rest of America thinks of as country.
They are talking about the Hamptons or scenic parts of the Hudson River Valley. We are talking about fields of soy beans, hog lots, grain silos, failed crops, and foreclosures.
I learned from the Times this morning that these people have to contend with terrible dilemmas: the question of whether or not to invite weekend guests (the guilt is simply overwhelming if one leaves one’s less affluent friends stuck in the city!), how to find a good contractor to build a cabana for the pool, how to find someone reliable to do the “spring clean-up” on the grounds when you will be in Paris for the spring, and so forth.
I have to admit I remain unmoved.
Perhaps I just wasn’t fully awake and could not appreciate the peculiar trials of the economic elite. I’m sure it will hit me full force around noon, when you’ll hear me say to myself, “Yes, you know, those people neither have children dying in a pointless war in Iraq, nor are they forced to decide between heating or eating, but it certainly is true that it’s getting harder and harder these days to find a servant who can polish the silver properly!”
Chez Balerstein, however, things are going fairly well, in spite of our ongoing struggles to manage our household servants.
I have continued to pack and Alex has continued not to pack, and we have received our first wedding gift:
If I’ve learned one thing from getting married twice, it’s that if you put something on your registry that is in the shape of a heart, people will jump on that like a galloping horse. That said, I love this pot! The people who sent it—although I have never met them—are now my new best friends.
I also made great progress on Nasser’s socks:
Which is a good thing, too, since he is lending me his car again this afternoon so that I can pick up my wedding gown.
The little bit of mohair in the Mountain Colors Bearfoot makes these socks absolutely scruptious. Nasser has been appropriately appreciative in the two sock “fittings” we’ve had thus far. Smart man.
Shelley, meanwhile, continues to beg discreetly during breakfast (lunch, and dinner):
Keep your eyes on the prize.
Have a great weekend everyone! Back with more Bridal Barn updates, I’m sure, next week…