May Day May Day

80 degrees. Hooray hooray the first of May. Navigating jackhammers, scaffolding & dog doo! Yay. Or. Get outta town. Leaves ready to pop. Bright colors can be taken out. Nope. Not in New York. Black is the color of every season. Coming from Western Mass., that’s a good thing. Slimming and goes with grey. Hair. So. Yeah. Happy May Day.

Amy Schumer Tony nom? For Meteor Shower. She was okay. Obvi Rylance in Farinelli & the King. But. In a year where SpongeBob SquarePants dominates. That’s a bad Broadway season.

April Snow Showers

Bring May flowers? Seriously. 5″ in Central Park this morning. This is no April Fool’s joke. And. Dr. Husband has to work. Alternate Side rules are in effect. What? Stupid.

Speaking of Alternate Side, new novel by Anna Quindlen. Cul-de-sac parking intrigue on the Upper East Side. But. Alas. Her overuse of the past perfect tense left me out in the cold.

Yankees home opener postponed.

Marching On

Which event will have more legs? Porn star Stormy’s fizzle interview. More like drizzle. Or. The March for Our Lives against gun control? If students register and get out the vote that definitely has the best chance for long term traction. Hope springs.

Meanwhile Donald told Stormy she reminded him of his daughter Ivanka. Eeyuuu. Apparently Putin is playing on Trump’s incestuous infatuation, too. Vlad’s new “girl friend” has an uncanny resemblance to the first daughter. NYPost. Hmmmm.

Stormy Spring

Trump vortex forming over the White House. Cannot keep up. Tweet tornadoes. Mueller. McCabe. Comey. Needed to get away from it all. Admired half-marathoners finishing a block away. Cleaned closets. Watched Bay Hill. Go Rory! No stats book obsession. He just steps up to the ball and takes the shot. Refreshing. With a leaderboard like that, golf could be back. Will Tiger peak at the Masters? Dream on. And. March zaniness. Gonzaga and Purdue left.

Stormy weather ahead. Vernal equinox notwithstanding. Happy St. Joseph’s Day.