I was walking along Central Park North yesterday when I did a double take.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Posts under ‘I Live NY’
My fruit stand man
I knew the fruit stand man and I had something special. Last week, when I ordered my daily small fruit salad (hold the cantaloupe, honeydew, and papaya) he held up his hand with a smile.
I look scary with my pants off
When I posted my outfit last week, I mentioned that I slipped in those darling black and white polka dot flats. No big deal. Any reader could have missed that detail, for it was ever so slight.
Snowy day
Whaddya know? It snowed last night and this morning. Consider my defrosting the freezer a portent.
I most appreciate living on Central Park West when it snows. I need to get up early tomorrow and walk around in the powder before it’s all gone.
This is the view from the window right behind my desk. The snow fell steadily, the flakes getting larger and larger, until lunchtime.
Three days
Today, a parade celebrates the Giants’ Super Bowl win. From my 33rd floor office window, I hear honking and see rowdy specks of people marching/standing/bunching together. I don’t get it and have no desire to pass by the remains of the crowd on my lunch break. But I turn to the window when my co-workers do and wish I could get that excited about something I had nothing to do with.
NYC rodeo
I went to Madison Square Garden to the Professional Bull Riders 2008 Versus Invitational last night. That’s what the Garden called the event. I referred to it as “the big city rodeo.” I’m definitely no shit-kicking Texan - I have never and will never own Wranglers or a belt buckle larger than my pelvis. I really get nothing out of sunburns, b.b. guns, or suede fringe. Heck, I won’t even use “real” as an adverb.
New Year’s in NYC
Happy 2008!
Nearly caught in the act
When I walked into my building tonight, I spied today’s still rubberbanded New York Times lying on the lobby ledge. I was stealthily walking toward it when I noticed a shadowy figure standing in the stairwell. I shrank back into my doorway, quickly working my keys into the lock.
Lightless apartment haiku
*My main studio apartment light is out again. The ceilings are higher than Amy Winehouse on her honeymoon. I looked for a lamp at Bed Bath and Beyond and I guess they were all hidden in the beyond.
Over the snow
This blustery blasé morning I found myself over the snow. Walking over it, yes. But also over it - out of love and even like. It started with the icy trail I trekked down, perilously sliding at times. I concentrated on taking short, slow steps and imagined the dark green my skirt would become if it got soaked in a slippery spill.
