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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Another this and that

So...the suicide bombing that  wasn't...Idiot set off a pipe bomb in the subway yesterday, at the station below 8th Avenue and 42nd Street, near Port Authority.  Hurt himself and three other people, but everyone survived, thank G-d.

But with subways bypassing Times Square and street closures....well, poor Becca had a difficult time getting to work that morning.   She lives on West 43rd and she works near Grand Central Station. I can sympathize, I commuted into NYC for many years.  I can remember the first World Trade Center bombing in February 1993.  I was working in Jersey city at the time, across the river from the Twin toers, and when the PATH trains stopped running ...I had to find a bus to Port Authority so I could get home to Drew and the girls. 

It's a scary world, all right.  But I have to get myself out of my funk.

Drew called this afternoon, and confirmed that we have tickets for two movie events next week. 

The first is The MeshugaNutcracker,   To quote the website:

“The MeshugaNutcracker!” is a full-length musical comedy that features the wonderfully silly sensibilities of the folklore of Chelm (a fictional town of fools) underscored by an invigorating Klezmer-ized orchestration of Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker Suite,” including original lyrics that celebrate Chanukah.

And, of course, we will be seeing the new Star Wars movie.  Star Wars: The Last Jedi sounds like a great movie.  But it's a bit sad, too -- it's Carrie Fisher's last performance.

We're going into Manhattan on Saturday to see the Christmas decorations.  We go every year to see the windows at Macy's and Lord & Taylor and Saks Fifth Avenue, and we love to see the trees at Bryant Park and Rockefeller Center. I'll be sure to take some good photos this year. 

We're still figuring out where to go for dinner Christmas Eve, what movie to see Christmas Day, and how we are going to ring in the new year.  I am enjoying the planning, though.

And if we wind up at Drew's house for New Year's, I think we will have some really great appetizers to munch on.  There's a supermakret here on Long Island called Uncle Giuseppe's. They feature Italian specialties (well, duh), a lot of really interesting prepared foods.  And  they just opened a new store near my office.  Last Friday Drew and I had a feast from their seafood department.

So much to look forward to...

Monday, December 11, 2017

Sad news

You may remember that I wrote about my friend L, the one I visited in the hospital several times?

Wonderful woman, so full of life, so full of love for her music, and her music students, even after her health issues began to dominate her days.

Yesterday I learned that she is in hospice care.

She’s 67 years old.

I am devastated.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Memory

So it snowed yesterday.  Just a few inches, not even enough to warrant using that brand new snow blower Drew bought, but enough of the white stuff to make us decide it was a good day to stay inside and watch DVD’s.  Drew has an extensive collection, including many movies I have never seen.

And late in the evening, Drew told me he had something special to show me.

It was the video of our wedding.  He had it transferred from videotape to a DVD.

Drew and I have a weird history. We dated in college, broke up.  Dated again when I was in law school, broke up. The third time around, we got engaged, got married, had two children, and got a divorce.   And then, about eight years ago, we reconciled.

I guess Drew was feeling nostalgic last summer.  During one of the barbecues in his back yard, he showed everyone our wedding album from 1987.  

And I had to wonder who these two young, hopeful people were.




But the emotional impact of the photos pales in comparison to the impact of that video.  I hadn’t seen the video in decades.

Remember that back in the 80’s, Home video was new, cutting edge technology, and not every bride and groom chose to hire a videographer in addition to a photographer.  But I am so glad we did.

What you see at 27 is so different from what you see at 57.  We we all so much younger then.  

And so many people in that video ...I miss them so much.  There was my father on the dance floor.  Oh how he loved to dance. Drew’s parents.  My grandmother, my aunts.  His aunts and uncles.  Cousins.   Friends who died too soon.  Seeing them laughing, dancing.  Hearing voices I haven’t heard in decades.

I’m a weepy mess today.


Friday, December 8, 2017

Moonlight feels right #skywatchfriday



The full moon, the super moon.


So bright you might think it was day.

Until you see stars.  Faint, but there.


#skywatchfriday

Thursday, December 7, 2017

There are days...

So one of the most serious cases on my diary right now involves the death of a young woman and the alleged negligent acts that caused it. .  A wrongful death suit is an attempt to compensate the family for the loss of a loved one.  Not that money actually fills in the hole left behind by the loved one's death, but our legal system is set up to put a monetary value on the life that was wrongfully taken. So I am delving into this young woman's life, and ... well, she could easily be friends with my daughters -- same age, same interests, same hopes and dreams for the future.    This case is affecting me in ways that most of my cases do not....

Earlier this week a friend posted on Facebook.  Her son had been in a relatively minor accident, she posted a photo of him joking around with the nurses in the ER.   He doesn't drive, so he rides his bike back and forth to work.  He was lawfully biking across the crosswalk when a car made an illegal right on red turn and hit his front tire.  He's ok, but the bike is toast.  The car just kept going -- we hope the red light camera got a good photo of the license plate. 

His accident took place in the same intersection where a young woman was killed last month.  The young woman was in a fender-bender with another car, and both cars pulled over to the side of the road.  But when the young woman got out of her car to talk to the other driver, he decided to drive away, and he hit her with his car.  The police are still looking for him. 

I guess I'm having a "hug your kids" kind of day...

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Wednesday HodgePodge








Joyce always has interesting questions.

1. What title would you give this current chapter of your life?

Chaos Reigns

2. December 6 is National Microwave Oven Day. Who knew? Besides popcorn and coffee reheats, what's the most common thing you microwave? Could you get along without a microwave?

I'd go crazy without a microwave.  Popcorn, leftovers, frozen dinners, I love to heat things up in the microwave.  Very conveninet to have one at work at lunchtime.

3. If you could insert yourself into any Christmas carol and experience the lyrics in real life, which Christmas carol lyric would you choose and why?

"Merry New York Christmas".  I love NYC at Christmastime, we always make a trip into Manhattan to see the tree at Rockefeller Center.

4. Describe the most beautiful drive you've ever taken.

Many years ago, before the kids were born, Drew and I took a ride from Long Island to Sturbridge, Massachusetts.  It was October, and the fall foliage was incredible.

5. What's something on your Christmas list this year? (an actual list or figuratively speaking, either one)

Being Jewish, I don't celebrate Christmas.  I love the season, I appreciate the decorations and the music and festivities, but I don't have a "Christmas list".  Yet, as the New Year approaches, I find myself thinking of what I'd like to see in the coming year.  My wishes are not for myself, but for my family.  I'd like to see my children happy in their jobs and happy in their personal relationships.  I want Drew to be restored to health after a grueling year.  I won't share my wishes for other family members, though, but it's been a tough year for us in a lot of ways, and I'd like to see that change.

Now, if you're asking me what I want for Chanukah...I wouldn't say "no" to the Fitbit Ionic Smartwatch.


6. Insert your own random thought here.


Every time I walk into The Pit Stop and order the spaghetti squash primavera, I feel like a celebrity, because that's the dish the owner cooked for Guy Fieri on "Diners, Drive-ins and Dives."

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

heartbreaking

This morning, as I was reading my email, Facebook, etc., I found a story on the local "Patch" that made me cry.

A young man from my community had died.  I didn't know him, I don't know his family, but I am devastated nevertheless.

His name was Daniel, he was 18 years old, had graduated from high school in June, and was attending a SUNY college upstate. 

He apparently went to some sort of frat party Friday.  Early Saturday morning he was found unresponsive on the couch in an off-campus apartment, and it was later determined that he had alcohol and anti-anxiety medication in his system.

They're holding the wake today.

Heartbreaking.  Tragic. Devastating.

No parent should have to bury a child. 

But that's not the worst of it.

This is the second time those poor parents have had to bury a son. 

The young man who died on Saturday had a twin brother, Justin, who died when the boys were four years old.    It was a freak accident, one that was  actually written up in the New York Times.  The boys, and their older sister, were enrolled at a local day camp -- the same camp where Jen and Becca went to preschool.   One day, a group of kids, including Justin and his older sister, were sitting under a tree, waiting to board the bus that would take them home.    No one knew tha tthe tree was rotted, that insects had been feasting on it.  The tree collapsed unexpectedly, killing Justin and injuring his sister.  

The newspapers never mentioned where Daniel was when the tree collapsed.  Apperntly he was at the scene, also waiting for the bus, but was not physically injured.  I cannot imagine how losing his twin brother must have affected him.

Or how losing both of her brothers will affect their sister's life.

heartbreaking.

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