July 6, 1989
Thursday, 9:30 pmWednesday night I moved things into the new studio. First down five flights in my building then up four in Williamsburg. Someday I'll live on the ground floor, or at least in a building with an elevator.
Today I went out from noon to six. Slow starting but I got organized, read through magazines, went for a walk in the neighborhood and finally got down to working on a Grange painting. There's nothing else to do in Williamsburg but work and there's no running back and forth to the apartment. I walk twelve blocks up First Avenue to catch the L, then another ten blocks to Grand Street.
The Metropolitan Avenue city pool is around the corner and there's a free swim from 1:00 - 2:30 every day. I'll check it out tomorrow along with the Mount Carmel Festival where Italian men carry the big "giggli" (sp?) down the street.
The neighborhood is a strange, spooky place, especially at night -- the deli on the corner does drug deals and a couple of the buildings look like flop houses.
Tim went up to Boston over the 4th to see Lovey's new loft. She a painter now and needs lots and lots of space. He thought I'd gone to Saratoga at the same time but told him it was this weekend. I think that's why he didn't invite me to go to Boston for the 4th.
Instead I watched the fireworks from the FDR drive with Paul, Mark, Simon and Marcel after dinner and strong margeretas.
I ripped all the return cards out of Vanity Fair and send them back with messages about AIDS. You can complain and they pay the postage!