Ajumas are truly a group all their own, working hard day and night. As of late, my timing has matched the schedules perfectly of the cleaning subway ajumas. I’ve been mesmerized by the repetition of the scrubbing, of the mopping in perfect harmony.
A slow morning, thanks to the red wine last night at bowling league. Snake eyes. Boom. But what can possibly bring one out of a hangover reverie? A field trip to the toy museum, of course. This place was huge. And amazing. The only disappointment was jumping into the ball pit to hit rock bottom … More A Friday in two parts