Noon on a very cold
President's Day, Monday, February 16, 2009
The reservoir is surrounded by DeWitt Clinton High School, the Bronx High School of Science, Lehman College, and numerous apartment houses, including the Amalgamated Housing Cooperative, administered by the Park Reservoir Housing Corporation.
It is named for Jerome Park Racetrack, a part of the former Old Bathgate Estate which opened in 1866 and which was the site of the inaugural Belmont Stakes in 1867. The racetrack was condemned, bought by New York City and closed in 1889 to make way for the reservoir.
for more skies, visit Sandy Carlson, Louise, IMac, Klaus, Wren, Ivar & Fishing Guy at Sky Command Center!
between 74th-75th Streets
re-opened recently after an 18 month renovation
The Beacon is the "older sister" to Radio City Music Hall.
Both legendary venues were the "brainchild" of
Samuel "Roxy" Rothafel,
the great theatrical impresario and visionary of his time.
in fact I do it every day ...
this is my block, my street ..
actually the opposite side of the street our brownstone is on ..
we face south ..
this is facing north .. it was taken at
11:44 AM on Monday, December 27, 2008
I am a friend and supporter of Diane's, she of the amazing jewelry making talents AND the gentle spirit, you can visit her blog Rosa & Josie's.
One day back in November I visited, as I do every day, and saw the most exquisite turquoise cross ... now you may wonder why a nice Jewish girl would be enamored of a cross ... well, I have a cross and heart 'fixation' ... I love both shapes. I have several necklaces with crosses NOT crucifixes, crosses.
As luck would have it the cross in this photo was sold. Diane said she would make me another similar to it, not identical because all the crosses are different due to the nature of turquoise and of course she's an artist not a machine.
Sometime went by before Diane found another cross she felt was 'right'; she proceeded to make this one for me and she sent it off ... USPS ... sadly it never arrived.
Lost or stolen, we had no idea.
Diane was undaunted and set about making another ... which believe it or not was lost as well!
We couldn't believe it!
Two packages mailed from two different places ... LOST ... or ... STOLEN.
This past Tuesday she mailed off another .... this one .... she said it was due to arrive on Thursday of this week.
Midday Thursday Diane emailed to say the tracking info says the package was delivered to my home at 8 something in the morning ... it was then past Noon ... so I called Husband to make sure it was there.
Hey, honey, I said, Did I get a package?
No, was his reply
OH NO, I thought, I cannot believe it.
Before I could say anything Husband said:
You got TWO packages ... from Katy, TX ... from someone named Rosie?
I laughed, I applauded, I hung up and immediately called Diane.
Turns out that the second AND the third necklace arrived simultaneously!!!
... and here's the best part:
Diane had insured them all so she got paid for the lost necklace which is now found and although I offered to send one back, she insisted I keep them both.
and the earrings on the left.
Doesnt that restore your faith in the mail system?
I didnt think so.
2:11 PM Friday,February 13, 2009
I was surprised to see the return address .. BritGalSarah sent me something .. WOW .. trust me I ripped it open all the way ...
The message inside of the card compares the favorite bra with girl friends and its a truism ... good versions of both are hard to find and you never want to lose either.
Sarah goes on to write her own note explaining I had won something on her blog but she hadnt got to mailing it til she read the post about losing my earring.
That's when she told Hubster that they needed to send these off to me STAT...
Thank you Sarah and Hubster.
one for the children invited!
I helped unload the gifts from the car
Mother-To-Be lives in Los Angeles
(wouldnt you have a baby shower in NYC if you lived in LA? I thought so)
all the gifts
from the 34 guests
and a few extras
all the gifts
had to be packed and shipped
guess who was doing the shipping?
She was 90 years old.
The photo to its right was taken in the same kitchen sometime in the late 1960s.
The photo on the bottom left was taken at her granddaughter's wedding 6 yrs ago
The photo on the bottom right is of her and The Uncle
They were married over 60 yrs, he passed 10 yrs ago
They are together again now, I am sure.
June 30, 1919 - February 18, 2009
I was ungracious in my thank you for the
delicious birthday box filled with
today's installment got here a wee bit late
due to time zone issues, yeah, that's it, time zone issues!
holly fearlessly trudged through the snow that crippled britian and wales
last week to get this parcel into the post
our crack mail person rushed it to my desk,
shouting as he ran through the halls
"mail from wales for 'the fabulous daryl'"
.. yes, richie speaks in italicized quotations.
i wish you could see it better ...
wait i might just have a close up of the
holly created using
pix of herself, myself and leendaluuself
why, here it is!
are the twin sons, Eyan & Ivon Wuchina,
of my dear friend Marilynn Tucker and her husband Tom Wuchina.
That's Mar bending over Eyan. That's Tom to her right (your left)
and the young man in front of Mar is her step- grandson 8 yr old Dyllan.
That's Dyll's mom Brynn next to them
and the other men are coaches.
Oh .. what is it they are signing?
Football Scholarships to Lambuth U.!
I had the most amazingly indulgent day ever.
An hour massage from Ron at Exhale on Madison/77 St. Ron is also an acupressurist so he worked my back .. ahhh .. and let me say I love Ron.
Then I bussed it back to the 'hood to Polished Beauty Bar on W./ 78 St. for mani/pedi ... followed by a wash & blow dry gifted to me by the very wonderful Lissette at Curl Up & Dye Salon on Broadway 76-77 Sts.
In between, Wendy met me for coffee and catch up.
Answered some emails, held court on the mobile with gal pals from Chicago and Dallas.
My sister stopped by, she got me beautiful amethyst earrings, and we made plans to meet at Citron Bistro on Columbus at 7:30.
We are shown to our table and who do they sit us next to?
Wendy and her husband Harlow!
So we had an accidental party.
Thank you all for your birthday wish comments ... you all were part of making this a very special birthday ... my second celebration of ... my sixtieth ...
Happy Birthday to the Fashionista Herself!
Oh, and you're definitely gonna want to embiggen... unless your eyes are way better than Dad's.
Oh. My. Bob. ... this is amazing!!! Tonka, it is today ... I am speechless... thank you Mojo
he of Why? What Have You Heard?
Mojo takes 'just one more shot'
Theyland Stables, Raleigh, NC
January 17, 2009 approx. 2 PM
Me? I am off to a day of beautification™
I am back from a lovely dinner.
After moving up the dinner reservation 30 minutes, I leave the office, its 4:50 PM, take the elevator down and walk out of the building across 42nd Street to the subway; down the stairs, through the turnstile and as I go to put my Metrocard into my shoulder bag I realize I dont have my bag.
Its up in the office, inside the lower desk drawer.
So I turn around, go back through the turnstile, up those STEEP fucking stairs, across 42nnd Street, into the building past security, up in the elevator and down the hall into the office.
I grab my bag, throw it over my shoulder and as I walk out I yell to Boss #1 "forgot my bag, I am now gone".
Lucky for me when I finally get to the subway platform a train is being 'held' so I get on and got a seat. Well it was almost a seat. I sit down squashed between this woman in what looks to be a size XXL hooded parka and this seemingly normal sized man sitting with his legs so far apart he was taking up two seats. I guess his balls are too huge for him to sit with his knees together like a normal person sits.
I get off at 79 St, walking home I check my watch, its 5:15. I need to meet Judy at 5:30 and I must go home first so I call her cell and leave her a message.
Finally, I get home.
I MUST PEE.
Tossing off the scarf, the coat I walk into the bathroom, I pee, I wash, I put back on the coat, the scarf and .... WHERE IS MY EARRING?????
I look everywhere .. and so does Husband,
I am upset. I am late. I am ready to cry. So I do.
Sometimes you just need to cry.
Husband had no idea what to do or say .. maybe you can make the remaining one into an necklace ... I know how you feel ...
A necklace? - I manage to get out through the crying
You know how I feel? Really? Have you ever lost something you really love?
A lot of deep breaths, a lot of self loathing: oh how fucking stupid I am. I dont deserve to own anything good.
I consider not going to dinner but I know she is waiting for me so I wash my face and leave to meet Judy.
Over a glass of Malbec I tell her about the earring. She does understands .. and she knows how he wouldn't.
Midway through the lovely glass of Malbec I get over it.
We had a great meal at a newish place, The West Branch, where I had a whole boneless trout that was amazing and a ceasar salad. Judy had half a chicken, I asked the waiter what they were going to do with the other half and he laughed, he got a good tip.
Judy got me ... wait for it ... a scarf. Seriously, that's the 4,000th scarf I have gotten as a gift since Christmas. I love scarves but people, it is enough.
We say good night. She walks to 72nd to get the express downtown and I walk home. KINGS a new TV show is being filmed in front of the Apthrop. I stop to watch for a minute. I walk the few blocks to our apartment quickly, its cold.
I walk in, I am taking off my coat when I look down at the cats toys and there is the other earring.
NB: Its not that I dont love Husband, its not that he didnt try to help. I was being irrational.
(I used a shot of the spires for Monochrome Monday)
This is the 50th Street side where the entrance to
the Rectory and the Parish House are located.
The tall modern building 'behind' St Pat's is
actually on the westside of Fifth Avenue,
part of the Rockefeller Center/Plaza complex
During my lunchtime blog reading I stopped at Fat, Frumpy and Fifty's (by the way she is none of that .. okay maybe she's 50) and read her take on a post written by Don Mills Diva
I urge you to go read both posts and then speak out.