Has it been that long since I’ve written? Apologies for that, especially for those of you who have been on the edge of their seats waiting to hear how I spend my days.
* snort *
On the day I wrote the last post, all I did was cry. I’m only telling you this for the sake of honesty but that was one of my worst days. It wasn’t just the fact that my husband is gone. I think it was a mix of holiday blues, things going on in my family, a gift I had given to my sons that I thought would have been more . . . oh, I don’t know . . . cherished. But then I took Cher’s advice to Nicolas Cage in Moonstruck.
And I SNAPPED OUT OF IT.
And went to New York City.
Met some friends at Rockefeller Plaza and did the NBC Studio Tour. It was great. Got to see Studio 8H where Saturday Night Live is filmed. Now I want to be there for a show. But it’s nearly impossible to get tickets . . .
The wind was whipping these beautiful flags at the tree display into a frenzy.
Walking around the Upper West Side on a beautiful sunny Saturday.
Birds on a bench in Riverside Park.
Taken from the High Line, an elevated park created on an historic railway line.
Another image shot from the High Line.
Sculpture along the High Line.
I am so glad we went to this park. A huge section of it was terribly crowded but it was so interesting to hear so many different languages being spoken. We walked the entire length of the park before going to dinner. My friend, Daryl, is in the lead in the image above and she’s followed by our friend, Janice, and her two teenage children.
We met my son for dinner at the Spice Market.
Shot this one along Riverside Drive using my camera phone.
Another image from my phone of a display in a bake shop window somewhere along Amsterdam Avenue at night.
80th Street near Riverside Drive. Shot with the camera phone.
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As much as I love getting away, I adore coming home. I started to get a little blue thinking that there would be no one to come home to, but stupid me. There is George! I love my dog. My youngest son lives here too but he’s often not around, which is how it should be I guess. George was more than thrilled to see me again.
Just don’t tell him about this guy, ok?
This is Harry, Daryl’s cat. Oh, he is a love . . .
Until later, my friends ~