The mother/son duo at the next table are speak in Ialian.  Their sing song accents both comfort and sadden me.  Images of Grandma flash up on my mind’s screen.  Her ever present golden tea cup; the regulation little old lady slippers that matched her housedress; the cardigan to keep out drafts.

It’s after ten, and I am not doing much to get my day started.  In the previous sentence day would also be known as my to-do list.

Instead of completing tasks and crossing them off my list, I am contemplating the word manifesto.  The word is defined as a public declaration of beliefs and principles.  Manifestos are often political, sometimes religious (creed), and occasionally lifestance oriented.

Well, it’s a sure bet I am not thinking political.  To be perfectly honest I wish there was no election coming up at all.  As far as religion goes, I define myself as Hindu-Christian, if I wish to answer when asked.

The son at the next table is now texting while talking to his Mom. 

My Cafe au Lait is kicking in. 

Rain, actually more of a glorified mist, is falling very gently outside. 

The very intense lady is up at the counter.  She’s always in a hurry.  She always makes it seem like lives are depending on her. A brain surgeon perhaps?  Most probably not.  Some of us just like to get places fast.  Maybe she’s afraid she will miss something.

Okay, time to get it in gear.

Til later.

Feeling a bit dry this morning, so I treated myself to two ice-cold Tazo green teas.  One for here, and one to carry along.

It’s nearly weekend time, and I’m thinking of doing something crafty.  About eight years ago I went on a pottery painting bender.  My daughter proudly displays all the lavender and green horrors pieces I made her. 

I can draw pretty well with a pen or pencil, but brushes are a different story.  A four year old with fingerpaints could best me, but it doesn’t stop me from trying at least once or twice a decade.

Starbucks is more than a bit noisy this morning.  There’s a couple of marketing majors to my right working on a project.  You can always tell the marketing majors.  They sound like radio announcers, and use far too much whitening toothpaste.

There’s lots of moms with mini-me’s this morning.  Reminds me of when Josie and I use to wear matching yellow high tops.  Fun times.

She’s going to be 29 – yes 29 – come April.  I’m sure she’ll be thrilled with to receive some new hand-painted pottery.

Note to Myself:  Buy gift certificates to attach to hand-painted pottery!

Think I’ll head down the street to the nail salon, and treat myself to a ten dollar shoulder massage.

Til later lovelies.

The Case of the Angry Mourner

I always thought Perry & Della had something going on

A very young Barbara Eden is featured in this episode.

Yipeee Ki Yay!

Afternoon all.

I slept-in this morning.  It felt so good. 

It’s nearly 4pm, and I just ordered myself a very late lunch here at Brother Jimmy’s BBQ.  Funny thing about this place, it is without a doubt the noisiest restaurant I know, and yet I always feel so at peace here. Reading, writing, blogging are no problem at all.  Then again I am not one of those people who must have total silence to create.  Back in ye olde school days I did all my assignments with several TVs going at once.  My family loved TV, no make that they lived for TV.

I’m about 90% sure I’m going to see Carnage today.  Perfect title.  Two sets of parents meet to talk about a playground incident between their kids.  If you have or raised kids your skin should have gone goose pimply by now.

Just finished my Blackened Catfish – delish.

Now to make my way downtown.

Ciao for now my darlings.

So happy I chose to start my day with trip to the The Museum of the City of New York.  The Cecil Beaton exhibit was somewhere beyond amazing. My eyes teared up.

After exploring a few more exhibits,

I headed down to the auditorium to see some Sword Dancing teams perform.

Now I’m breaking for late lunch, and planning my next move.

Ciao for now my beautiful bloggy buddies

10am on the button.  The mobiles and camera are  charging.  My clothing is all laid out.  Just so you know the next three days are going to be all about the big girl aka moi.

I’m thinking about making The Museum of the City of New York my first stop.

Then maybe hop the 6 train down to SoHo for a bit of a gallery crawl.

Tonight I’m on The Ride at 8, and then afterwards I’m meeting up with my amazing ladies from DC for cocktails and lots and lots of talk.  Whoooooo Hooooooo.

It’s going to be a helluva great day and weekend.

Okay, going to check email and stuff till all the charging indicators turn green for go.

The Ride

Dialog in the Dark

Recently I discovered the Goldstar site. Last weekend I got two Blood Manor RIP tickets for the price of one, which meant the ax wielding zombies and ghouls had two chances to get me.  They were fast, but this haunted house fan was just a little faster. 

This weekend I have tickets to the two venues above.

The Ride is an intertactive 75 minute tour of New York, that features film and live actors.  The bus has stadium seating and 40 screens.  And I can not wait to immerse myself in the experience tomorrow night at eight.

Sunday will find me heading downtown to the South Street Seaport for Dialog in the Dark.  This “tour” of New York is confined to a gallery space.  Once you enter the darkness you will experience NYC as the blind do every day, complete with canes. The tour’s guides are all blind/legally blind.

I am more than a little nervous about Dialog in the Dark. And that surprises me because I love haunted venues – the darker and creepier the better.  But this is not about actors dressed as ghouls chasing you.  This is about facing every day life without benefit of sight.

I have often seen the blind waiting patiently on busy street corners for someone to cross with them, or help them get in a cab.  They never seem fearful at all.

A blind person once told me, I never worry.  I just stand still.  Someone will always be along.

Much bloglove to all.

Four Great Big Shiny Stars.  No wait – make that five.