in my cd player... The Innocence Mission Umbrella   on the page... Arthur Golden Memoirs of a Geisha   into... cool thick cloud cover; apologies; malevolence (just the word, not the concept); being blue; orange sweetheart roses; sending promised postcards   no. 1... I looked at my first apartment yesterday afternoon. The location (Oak Street in Inman Square) was amazingly perfect, but a little over budget and a lot less than what I was expecting. Garrets and eaves can only be so charming and then you start thinking about where the hell you're going to hang pictures and how you're surely going to melt next summer.   a whole new friend... I had to tease Marianna about her Uma Thurmanish black bobbed wig, black leather coat, and ruby suede pumps. Barry gasped, "How on earth did you fit all that hair under that tiny wig? And why didn't you ever wear those pumps to the bookstore?" She was like a whole other person that we didn't know existed.   oh heavenly breakfast... Having Laine in from Manhattan this weekend means one thing for sure: a lazy late Sunday breakfast. She even stumbled upon a list of hole in the wall breakfast suggestions and sent it along for future adventures: "[I] knew you must work your way through this list." She knows me well, indeed.