Not only are we going to Virginia in July, we are also about to book another Carribean cruise for February 2013.
life in and around NYC is insane
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
It's come early this year.
Usually the weather is still cold and damp and windy at the end of March, and when the equinox arrives we joke about the "lovely spring weather".
But this year was the winter that wasn't. After a freak snowstorm for Halloween the weather was relatively warm and mild all season.
As a result, everything bloomed 2-3 weeks early.
I'm not complaining, of course. I'm not terribly fond of ice and snow.
But I am on my guard -- I do remember 1982 -- the freaky April blizzard.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
And since then, it's like working in a library. Or a morgue.
The "good news"? Our operations department couldn't handle the transition. So there's a "hold" on moving the rest of us until they work out the "bugs".
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
In other words, I live in a very diverse community.
Funny thing is . . . The mosque has been there since 1993, but I didn't know it existed until just a few weeks ago.
The mosque doesn't look like a house of worship. The congregation has been using an old residence located on the main road through the community. Coincidentally, this house is right next door to the Hindu temple.
They want to tear down the house and buikd a real mosque, one with a dome and all the features you'd expect in a religious edifice.
The other day I got an email from the "concerned citizens of [unincorporated area]" protesting the expansion of the mosque. They complained about the noise level, size of the parking lot, height of the dome, etc. We were urged to protest at the zoning board hearing.
I had to wonder, where did the concerned citizens get my email address?
And then I had to wonder, where were the concerned citizens last year, when my synagogue asked for permits and variances in order to expand our building?
Or when the other synagogue got permits and variances in order to double the size of their building?
Know how a lot of communities have an unofficial website, a place for local news and announcements? There was a short article about the mosque and the "concerned citizens".
One "concerned citizen" who was quoted in the article . . . spearheaded the fundraising for our synagogue expansion last year.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
So last night Drew and I found ourselves in a local Irish pub/ restaurant, Katie Daly's. We used to ho there before the kids were born, but hadn't been back in ages. Very crowded last night, we were lucky to get reservations and we were lucky to find a place to park. Very lively, too -- there was a guy with a guitar in the bar, singing Irish folk songs and pop hits.
The place had a special buffet dinner in the lower-level party room - for $50 a person you could dine on corned beef and cabbage, Irish soda bread, shepard's pie, bangers and mash, salmon and grilled chicken. Later, for dessert, thete was a sheet cake -- yellow cake with chocolate pudding filling and green whipped cream frosting. I ordered Bailey's on the rocks from the bar, haven't had that in ages!
There was a live band in the party room, Shannon Breeze. They played a mixture of Irish and Irish-American songs, including things like "Whiskey in the Jar", "The Irish Rover" and "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" and the inevitable "Danny Boy".
They also played pop- rock songs from the 60's, like "Brown Eyed Girl" and "Build Me Up, Buttercup", prompting Drew to make jokes about a "wedding band". (Sure enough, I looked on the band's website, and they play weddings.)
We were also treated to a few songs by a pipe and drum corps. You can't have St. Patrick's Day without bagpipes!
Overall, a lovely evening!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
No, not me. Not my style. Never really was.
It's how Jen is spending St. Patrick's Day. She and some friends took the train into Manhattan for the big event.
Hard for me on many levels.
That I have a 21 year old daughter . . . I feel the gray hairs beginning to pop.
That she oh-so-nonchalantly orders a glass of wine or a cocktail from the bar when we go out to dinner . . .
That I can get used to.
It's pub crawls and frat parties and guys hitting on her when she's out having a drink with friends . . .
That's what worries me.
She's 21 and college educated and will soon have a degree and the rest of her life ahead of her. And I think (hope) that she's being smart and sensible and responsible about alcohol and potentially risky situations.
She's an adult now, I can't tell her what to do.
But the mommy worry never stops, does it?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
So both girls are home for spring break. And as our family rituals change and evolve, tonight I found myself in Applebees with Drew and our children.
Once again I watch Jen nonchalantly order a drink from the bar - my child is all grown up, or so she thinks.
The conversation focuses on the girls, of course. Jen tells me about midterms -- she's loving History of Jazz and thinks philosophy is gibberish. Becca rattles off facts about Martin Luther and Franciscans and Domenicans and Jesuits -- she goes to a Catholic University.
Becca is moving off campus next year and has to buy furniture.
Jen has six different ideas about what she wants to do after graduation. But we can't talk about graduation itself. Jen doesn't like change. She's excited but also scared.
Drew calls his sister and the girls wish their aunt a happy birthday.
Overall, a pleasant, stress-free evening.
And not in a good way.
So I have been telling you about the wonder twins.
Did I mention that the whole family is just as dysfunctional?
We are in the midst of a major family drama. And it cannot have a good outcome.
It focuses on me, and my job.
I work for a large insurance company. I handle complex environmental claims. The company is going through major changed right now. There is a new regime in upper management. My department is about to merge with another department. We are about to get a new senior vice president and no one knows who it is. And people in both departments are doing a head count and wondering about a reduction in force.
And now we are a paperless office, and in the midst of a project that will make us all telecommuters. The plan is to have 3 days at home and two in the office. The first group from my department is starting telecommuting this week. My turn is coming soon. I haven't been given a date yet, but soon. The company's lease is set to expire May 1 and they've renewed for only half the space -- you don't need as many cubicles when telecommuters share space.
I looked around, and what few jobs are out there . . . Telecommuting is the new trend in my industry.
So how does the crazy dysfunctional family fit in?
Not only am I not getting any support from them, they are throwing obstacles in my way.
You would think that since I am the only one gainfully employed, they would realize it's in everyone's best interest to see that I remain so.
But no . . .in this job market, where the corporate culture in my office has become unsettled, where being a problem employee of any sort has become extremely risky, I found myself in the embarassing situation of having to tell my boss I may have a problem with telecommuting.
Because I have never been destined to have peace and comfort in my home life.
Friday, March 9, 2012
My sisters - identical twins - sing this sll the time. I think they mean it as an affirmation of love, loyalty and the special bond between twins.
But the twins in "Sideshow" were cojoined. They didn't have a choice, they had to spend all their lives together. They had to come to terms with it.
Sadly, my sisters have chosen to act as if cojoined, one though they're two. The irony of the song . . .
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Today is day is Purim
Tomorrow no more
Give me a penny
And show me the door.
Definition of a Jewish holiday: They tried to kill us, we won, let's eat.
An oversimplification, of course, but there's more than a grain of truth to it.
Purim is a minor holiday. It's based on the story of Queen Esther and how she rescued the Jews of Persia from the evil Haman.
The holiday has sort of a Mardi Gras feel to it, with costumes and carnivals and lots of eating and drinking. It is said you should drink enough so that you can't tell the difference between Haman (our villain) and Mordechai (the hero). Even the services in the synagogue are somewhat irreverant.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Appropriate in light of recent events.
Thursday night. Cold and raw, a reminder that despite all the mild weather it's still winter.
First stop, Ellen's Stardust Diner. Last week we bypassed the place -- too crowded. But on a non-matinee day we were seated without a wait. We love the singing here. This time around, our waitress actually sang to Drew while refilling his coffee cup. Heard two incredible singers, the guy who sang "Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha and the guy who sang "O Solo Mio".
Then we walked over to the Musicbox Theater for Shatner's World. That's William Shatner's one-man show. He spends an hour and a half telling stories about his life. Mostly funny, of course, but there are sad and poinant moments as well.
Afterwards we stood at the stage door. He didn't sign autographs, but I did get a picture of him up close.
Another enjoyable night.
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