March 9, 2014
March 2, 2014
Afterwards we walked around the blocks near the hotel, a bit rainy, a bit windy, rather chilly, but in a wonderful mood from our dinner and just from being out and about.
February 9, 2014
February 3, 2014
Have wanted to make snow ghosties after seeing first a Calvin and Hobbes where he made a snow army and secondly, a bit in a book about winter activities for kids where they said put glow sticks in as eyes. A perfect storm - no pun intended or maybe yes - of snow day and leftover glowsticks from Halloween. Enlisted youngest son (by means of lobbing snowballs at his window) but he did not share my delight so much...and then we had to shovel out the driveway.
February 2, 2014
Who's gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to look behind you, that isn't what you'd do
Didn't leave a thing behind you but the miss you blues.
- Mark Knopfler
January 26, 2014
January 22, 2014
My father, who loved a nightly fire in the fireplace dearly, got the idea that they would be the perfect kindling one early winter and built up tiers of twigs and sweet gum balls, balled up newspaper, and a seasoned log. He struck a match and at first the blaze was fantastic. Then what must have been thousands of tiny insects came swarming out of the sweet gum balls where they'd been apparently lodging. I remember clouds of insects, my mother leaping up horrified, my dad rushing around opening doors and windows and sheets of newspaper and waving the bugs outside. I was at that turning age - just young enough to appreciate the drama and excitement of it all and yet old enough to experience the humor of the situation. Over the years, whenever I come across these spiky wonders on the ground, I wonder how many other people have tried the same experiment with the same results?
January 19, 2014
January 12, 2014
- Amelia Earhart
January 5, 2014
January 3, 2014
The umbrella, the author's own, as well as her own doll. Bits and string snips from the New York Public Library's fine exhibit of children's literature. I had an ardent love for Mary Poppins growing up, a doll (plastic with long brown hair and her own carpet bag), the record which I memorized, a patient Mother who took me several times to see the movie. Last year's wonder, meeting Julie Andrews at a local bookstore, the Voracious Reader, - worth the wait in the cold. She was elegant, warm, and gracious.
December 29, 2013
- Neil Gaiman
December 25, 2013
December 15, 2013
a Broadway ticket years ago when he made a rare and special appearance on Broadway so I could see him in person. A lion in winter, Mr. Chips, the one striding on top of the train as Lawrence of Arabia. Thank you and farewell, Mr. O'Toole.
December 12, 2013
The building with the scaffolding is St. Patricks which no one in their right mind would ever venture into this time of year...especially with all the scaffolding inside too...which of course one would not know unless they went inside. Oy.
The windows, the windows! Lots of video/media content this year which had us old school gals asking plaintively - where are the doll houses? the wee villages? the puppets? Tiffanys had the fancy white mansions which were okay - but frankly, ever since their magnificent Fox windows a few years ago based on the Roald Dahl book turned movie, it all pales.
loved the tribute to Al Hirschfeld windows...and right outside Rockefeller Center, Saks had a countdown ...which was exploding stars, dancers, ribbons, lots of glitz, and then this familiar looking guy popping out of a box. Very fun.
Did I get an extra shot in of the tree by accident? Ah well, blogger makes it too hard to backtrack and besides...it's a short season. A fun day bringing back memories of all the excursions in to the tree ("Let the Lady with the pram through!") Enjoy all the lights and festivals you can. Merry, merry.