If you saw my original posts from Thursday and Friday, consider yourself lucky. In a move I did not expect to make (or expect ever to repeat), I erased half of the first and all of the second. The deleted material was political in nature and depressed me to the extent that I do not want to see it every time I view my own blog. So, for that reason, the changes were made.

Moving right along…

Although one would not know it from what I actually posted, yesterday was Boyfriend Day. Rob and I cleared our busy schedules to spend a full day together doing fun things (instead of our typical pattern of seeing each other only at night when we are worn out and ready to collapse in front of the television). This was the first of (I hope) many Boyfriend Days.

We went to see Frida, a film I have awaited for years. It is the story of my favorite painter, Frida Kahlo, and her myriad tragedies and triumphs. Several years ago, Viki and I went to Frida's home in Mexico City (on the same day, we also toured Trotsky's home and saw La niñera y el presidente, a movie released in the English-speaking world as The Beautician and the Beast). Frida was pretty good; the audience at Lincoln Square was a bit saucy during the opening commercials, and the middle-aged male human in front of us kept reclining his seat into our knees.

After a late lunch at Burritoville, we enjoyed a leisurely coffee at Drip and a long walk in Central Park with Goblin. It was the first time this season she wore her little coat, and she looked like a model on a catwalk. Coat, cape, or devil ears, this dog can really strut her stuff.