Sleet. Slush. Mush. Mess. Soon to become a frozen hazard zone. Yup. Blizzard predictions of epic proportions in NYC a fizz. Overreach. It’s a trend. To stay sane. Netflix’ Schitt’s Creek with Eugene Levy and his real life kids keeps one laughing out loud. A must-binge.
Final Four Picks. Staying with 6’s. It’s a theme. St. Mary’s. Wisconsin. Michigan. SMU.
A sixties television show. An old blogger. An interstate highway. A long and winding road. Leads me back to NYC. And a new/used mAdBen iPhone 6. At least it works. So do I after all these years. Mostly. Dr. Husband preparing a fine dinner. Black Cod. Yum! Happy day.
Unprecedented resistance march on Central Park West. He’s Not My President’s Day rally from 59th to 67th. Even Northamptonites were there. A young kid yelled, “look it’s Steve Bannon!” Ha. It’s going to be a long four years. Fun to watch the throngs gather.
Better to walk just down the hill to Tavern on the Green’s outdoor garden for a private protest on a sunny warm February afternoon.
Joe Biden walked into a White House room filled with his family and friends. President Obama succeeded in surprising his bro Joe with a tribute capped off with giving him the highest honor a civilian can get. It wasn’t just the Medal of Freedom. It was the Medal of Freedom with Distinction. Which like maybe four people have ever received.
Meanwhile we geezers walked sixty blocks. Round trip to Broadway. To see The Present. An early Chekhov adaptation. Script needed a bit of work. Ben Brantley’s NYT review nailed it. But. Worth the shlep and the price to see the incredible talent of Cate Blanchett. Her range from subtlety to sexy to angry to crazy knocked us out of our sore socks.
Rare unexpected gift. Besides being able to perambulate from home to the theater. Seats in front of ours center row E empty!! Oh. And sixty degrees in January.
First resolution broken. Already extolling the fun of Central Park on New Year’s Eve. Kept us geezers up and outside way past midnight. Okay. Only had to walk a quarter of a block. While a 4 mile running race started as fireworks exploded over the Lake. Happy New York 2017!
Start the year with a spicy Lamb Vindaloo.
Saw Richard Greenberg’s The Babylon Line at Lincoln Center. Much to chew on after dinner at Bar Boulud. A play about a writing course, agoraphobia, Sixties suburban ennui. Yes. Familiar. Literally and figuratively. Robotic adults from a cookie-cutter suburb called Levittown take the LIRR to evening class to escape their Leave It To Beaver lives. Josh Radnor of How I Met Your Mother fame, was excellent as the frustrated author-instructor. Tony winners Frank Wood and Randy Graff were superb surprises in an uneven script.
During intermission a flash on the iPhone screen. Silver Screen Queen Debbie Reynolds dead. The day after her daughter Carrie Fisher died. One word came to mind. Upstage.
Okay. Promise in the New Year not to wax poetic so much. About living in New York City. Again. Finally. Central Park. I get it. Enough about loving it here.
But. This beautiful Christmas Day on Oak Bridge will always be at the top of my bliss list.