Vestiges of the 'olde' New York can still glimpsed in the
corners and shadows if you only look or know where to look. Hints: ends
of platforms, tucked up out of sight, and/or disguised as the years have
'progressed' by. Where once a door may have opened to a glamorous
hotel, now commuters jockey for a spot to cram on a subway shuttle and
try to ignore the rats frolicking in the trash on the tracks feet below.
Sometimes it is okay to take a unfinished project that was
started for a loved one, made with love, to show your love, and then use
it to spread some love. After three years as a UFO, it was time to unravel it and let it go. 🏳 of defeat. I surrender! (Sorry baby niece who is no longer a baby niece.) 💞 💕 💝
It started Tuesday night, with the sound of fire trucks outside the window. It continued for hours, late into the night.
WHY? WHY?! Jackhammering. At 10:30 pm. Outside the window.
Strange septic aroma. Pickaxes. Backhoes. An excavator. Flashing lights.
Emergency vehicles. Union dudes. Sleep was going to be challenging.
Wednesday night. Note on the elevator. No cooking gas that night.
Tonight. Note on the elevator that gas/electric utilities needed to be in Attic on Friday and upcoming Monday - and OH THEN...
THEN the super and his wife presented me with this box and made me sign for it while they said - there will be notes under alllllllllllllllllll of the tenants' doors.
Long story short, I will not be cooking with gas for possibly 4-6 weeks. So. Yeah. Or using the dryers in the building. Hello landlord-provided shiny new kinda hot plate? Where the hell am I plugging you in in the Attic of no kitchen counters? (Honestly
I am relieved. Was beginning to think the smell was a neighbor who...
hadn't been seen for a while and was possibly a 'former neighbor'.)
I actually have two Dammit Dolls, but this little lady is now my
'Dammit, how did I get so old?' Doll. Crafted by my 'outlaw' ma-in-law
Cheryl, mom to sis-in-law Kelli , and she's been sitting around waiting for the right age/demographic
to be appropriate for use. Can't wait for the time to come to pass her
around the family. (Ahem... sisters and sisterfriends) That is, if I
don't beat the sh*... stuffing out of her first.
MINE. ALL MINE. I do not share well with others. Just check my report cards. Full
disclosure: these are not holiday related chocolates. Don't let the
timing, red box or cupid confuse you. These weren't technically
Galentine's Day chocolates either, despite giver and date of intended
celebration. Yes, given by a gal, a friend, and the date was for 2/13
but different celebration altogether.
I am trying hard NOT to eat them all in one sitting or afternoon.
Me this morning: Yeah, I am not leaving the Attic anytime soon.
Me looking out at the end of the day to see evidence of clear skies, a jogger running down the middle of the road, and all the folks who have to clear their cards out by tomorrow's alternate side street cleaning. Better start shoveling.
Hartsdale Train Station, as viewed from the train, February 1, 2017
Sometimes in transit, when you look up from your phone at just the right time, you see public art as it is meant to be discovered. This installation at the MetroNorth Hartsdale Train Station is located between the north and south-bound tracks, as part of a system-wide public art works project.