Chronicles Continued

Heard it again as she was walking past me on the street, yards from any subway entrance.”I have to hang up now, I’m going down to the subway”. Click.  And she kept walking along 14th Street.

Should anyone ask, this is the best.  It is at the mezzanine level of the 86th and Lexington -uptown side- stairs.  The sign in the window advertises watch repair, looking in you can see the barbers, but the three-seat shoe shine, most often manned by women, is the slickest, hottest shine in town.  Trust me on this one.

The title Last Will and Testament is the Title of the most engaging of documentaries.

Hulu streams it and I’m certain there are others.

Since the first time Hillary ran for president, it was my belief that Bill would not help her win.  In my opinion, he wanted only one important Clinton president and not have that be overshadowed by the Clinton name being attached to such a landmark achievement as first woman president.  But now, what he could not have imagined, Trump apparently has a real shot at this.  Bill having weighted this ‘buffoon’ as his equal or his wife, – the wife wins.  Trump as a businessman friend with houses and  perks was fine, but not one of the rarefied few who go down in the history books.  We’ll see.

Won’t spoil the ending… it demands all my reserve not to… a must watch if you have any interest at all in the writings of the man from Stratford-on-Avon and again fits with my beliefs.  Enjoy.

Thoroughly enjoyed this documentary on wine and especially because 1. my touting Riesling varietal – often has been met with scepticism, 2. belief that white wine should have a bit of age.  3. the rating system by numbers is a marketing tool and that alone,  4. there are somms and there are somms and they are not equal. Raise a glass – which is another favorite subject… the glass.

Watching a documentary on Tiffany’s and the unique color of their brand, which Mr. T took from a painting of the Empress Eugenia of France [consort of Napolean III], all of a sudden realized that in another life, that self-same color was known as ‘corkum-green’.

This has appeared… I think from under the bed.  A few months ago.  It looks too important to toss.  It does not fit the air mattress of the large ball/seat.  Nothing else is applicable.  Any ideas?

These hellebores were firstly such a surprise, and then I had to bend down and touch the leaves, because I thought maybe there were fake.

If you viewed the film, you will remember that he wrote, thought and functioned in the bathtub.  A situation to which I relate.  Until tonight, after theatre, when I was accompanied to the bath by a bowl of cooked, lightly oiled brussel sprouts, and salted parsley.  Reading the playbill, not paying attention to the use of the chopsticks the full bowl slide down the porcelain wall and slipped into the water.  Not only did that demand an immediate exit for me, but I had to clear the drain of leaves.  And the cringe factor?  I came home and took a bath and washed all my clothes, including my coat, because it felt creepy-crawly in the theatre seats.  In some of the smaller theatres, there is a bed-bug problem, and I trusted that my sense of this one was right.