It’s 2018 and I am here to share every silly little thing.
As I write this, I am sitting in my parents living room and we are all drinking multiple cups of coffee. Each one of us is sick with something or other, so we celebrated in last night. Games were played, shrimp cocktail was devoured, and lots of progress was made on a GOT puzzle.
I return home tomorrow after a 16-day NYC sabbatical and as always, I am not sure how I feel about it. My time here has been rejuvenating, and I know as soon as I step off the Amtrak train in Penn Station, I will get sucked into the energy vortex that is NYC. The same vortex that prevents New Yorkers from allowing passengers to exit a subway train before they try and board the train, and the very thing that makes Times Square the worst place to be in NYC, and perhaps the entire world.
So, before I get too cranky about it, as it is a holiday, after all, I will go back to my coffee and New Year’s Pretzel.
Happy New Year to all, and looking forward to sweating the small stuff with you for the next 364 days.
I took this picture last weekend when the weather was in the 70’s. This week has been rainy and cold, so I haven’t smiled since Saturday.
Well maybe I have smiled, but not because it’s spring.
Spring 2018 sucks.
One of the worst things, in my opinion, is walking into a smelly restroom. Especially if it’s a restroom for one.
Tonight at choir I was waiting for the restroom and the woman who organizes our music was upstairs talking loudly about something or other.
As she neared the stairs I heard her say, “April is just terrible. April has just been absolutely horrible. April is a waste this year.”
On Friday I performed at The Dramatists Guild of America in NYC, and it went well. The Guild is at 1501 Broadway, which happens to be in the same building where my first NYC job was.
It’s one of my favorite times of year when the weather gets a bit warmer and the cherry trees bloom.
Today I made my way to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and a handful of cherries were in full bloom.
Their cherry esplanade is something to behold and I will be watching their bloom tracker to make sure I catch the upcoming flower explosion. But, while I wait, this was a nice teaser.
This week has been jam packed with rehearsals for a reading of a new musical I am doing this evening. Because of this, I have spent most of my evenings this week in NYC rehearsal studios.
I considered buying this hair accessory in Harmon Face Value today.
There is a woman who comes to the Wednesday 60-minute yoga class, who always sets up by me. She is shorter than me by about a foot, but we both have similar hair cuts.
My latest promotion at work was announced yesterday and I was blown away by the number of emails and slacks I received. Unabashed support is one of the things I absolutely love about my co-workers and I will use their level of enthusiasm to gauge all of my future co-workers.
My parents spent a decent amount of money on my musical education starting in second grade, and my ability to sight read music is still atrocious.