Chronicles Continued

It’s difficult to be in different places while one’s life is taking place in all of them.  It was a lovely summer of diverse travel plans with important-to-me-visits to people that mean much to me.

Coming back to the City, felt like coming home.  But getting in the groove to report on what is going on here, well, that is harder to wrap my head around.  Indeed, while I am away, life here goes on.  Friends do auditions, win awards, have performances, go to dinner, make day trips and continue without me.  As I step in and out it is difficult to bridge the gap.  So jumping back into attending plays and going on auditions is what lies ahead for the next couple of months, with of course more interruptions that will wreck havoc in my daily life, but se la vie!

 

… 187 Spams.

 

If riding on a double-length cross-town bus, walking to the back to sit is preferable.  Most of these busses stop in the middle of the block due to the length.  So a 7th Avenue stop is between 6th and 7th.  If 7th Avenue corner is where you are heading, then you are closer to there on a long bus, if you exit from the final rear door.  A small triumph but if in a hurry…. well, if in a hurry, one probably wouldn’t be taking the bus.

This restaurant in the West Village has turned the sidewalk into a vegetable garden.  It is  to the south of their terrace and front door.  On each pot the white sign asks passersby to ‘watch’ but ‘not touch’.  As I was approaching to take the pictures, I saw a handy man twist off a tomato and disappear.

or the Hudson for that matter.  Take the chronicler out of the City and she forgets all about it!  But one can see why!

I watched with great interest as this mid-60’s aged woman boarded the bus.  She boarded   with others  she knew, as she was in conversation with them.  She took a seat.  Then she stood up and moved to another seat.  These are her belongings left on the second seat of her choosing.  She then walked to the back of the bus to have a conversation with one of the co-boarders.  I watched in wonder as passengers came and went and neither bothered her things, nor asked to whom they belonged.  It was a tribute to honesty.

Last evening turned off the AC, opened a window and put a lazily turning fan in front of it. Ahhhh.

All these images are completely made of chocolate at my favorite chocolate store.  There is apparently a chocolate concoction for every celebration you can imagine.

Makes Dante’s  Inferno play like a walk in the park.

Half as many umbrellas are up as if it were raining.

8 out of 10 females are wearing shorts.

How do the businessmen do it in those suits and shirts and ties around the neck?  They walk the same streets as the rest of us.

Even construction workers are toting yoga bottles of water!

The birds are silent in the trees.

No smokers standing outside of buildings.

You ride the bus just to catch a cool break.

The subways feel like saunas with hot air blowing through.

If it were not for the slight breeze daily, we would all be baking like sand in the desert.

Sitting at an outside restaurant table is only doable after 7:30 pm.

Hats have become the de rigueur.

Where you meet and how you get there are of new importance.