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New Views

Still can see the Pink Moon rising over The Carlyle from our huddled one bedroom window.

 

No daytime show in NYC goes uninterrupted any day. Whether soaps or the View. Hour-long pressers with DeBlasio, then Cuomo, and Murphy of New Jersey. Yeah. I know. But. Still. Desperately need a break. Cannot tolerate covfefe talk 24/7.

Bernie out. Kamala Harris rising. She’s on all the networks lecturing in her D.A. way. So. I guess she’s the current front-runner for Biden’s Veep. Too bad.

Masked people walking/running, kids scootering in the middle of our traffic-less street. More birds chirping. People greeting each other from a distance. Some things are good. Market’s above 23,000.

Tiger King not so much. Seedy people with depressing lifestyles. Ozark getting positive reviews. Will give that a try.

First time we’re using the freezer for more than ice and ice cream.

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Becoming Aleppo

Every time I’ve fretted about something, Dr. Husband has reminded me that “at least we’re not in Aleppo”.  It usually shocks me out of a silly mood. Because of course. We’ve had little to complain about.

And now. Many neighborhoods and communities around us in America are much worse off. Needing food & water. With no safety nets at all.

Although we still don’t live in Syria with bombs going off. Can maybe look at those suddenly smart-seeming burqa-wearing women and think. Hmmm. How the world has changed.

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Pick a Lane

An expanded bike lane running up Central Park West has been approved. Displacing parking spaces. Oy. Whatta mess.

I’m in the not so cute camp. USA World Cup Women’s Soccer player Morgan sipping tea seemed like cheeky unsportsmanlike conduct.

The Bernie lane may have narrowed, but added together with Warren’s poll numbers, leftest lane is the widest.

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Mischief or Menace

Theme of the week. Bad behavior. Naughty or criminal?

Jussie Smollett the latter, rendering real victims’ voices silent. As with #metoo overreach, backlash will be longterm. Billionaires out of control. Bezos’ fling has taken his focus away from bizness. Super Bowl owner Bob Kraft has enough money to hire the classiest call girls in the world, yet goes to a strip mall for creepy massages with sex-trafficked enslaved girls. Miranda Lambert marries a cheating New York cop. Klobuchar really is mean it seems. And. Don’t even talk about R. Kelly.

A few of the week’s similarly untoward headlines. On to the Oscars. Meh.

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Marching Orders

It’s that time of year again. Bleachers banging and clanging until they’re up. San Remo and Langham building guys erect wooden barriers around their shrubs. Slanted boards across windows. No Parking Signs for 3 days. Sweepers screaming and cleaning. Tow trucks at dawn. Opening up the streets. Taking down the traffic lights. Room for the balloons. Metal gates sliding and gliding along the curbs. Ready for the Macy’s madness to descend upon the ‘hood.

If anybody comes this year. Forecast. Windy and cold. Even the Grinch may stay indoors.

So lucky our microwave is big enough for a 25-lb. frozen turkey!!

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Sunday Scenes

Today’s final pairing at Ridgewood, NJ. Keegan Bradley & Bryson DeChambeau. Why aren’t they constantly on the clock? As they painstakingly perseverate over lining up each shot, there’s plenty of time to take a long walk around the block.

Never know who or what you’ll see. A visiting star from the great beyond. Or. A guy shlepping his flea market furniture find home. Only in NYC!