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Giant Head in Madison Square Park

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There’s no sign to tell me the name of this latest bit of public art.

Well, bit might not be quite the word for a project that l guesstimate to be five stories high.

The attached is a camera phone, which I hope is clear enough for all of you.

I’m sitting on a bench waiting for dusk.  It should look amazing with the flood lights on.

Of course, there’s already quite a few shots of it in the camera already.

Ciao for now.

from the waiting room

Today I accompanied my husband to his new dentist. I am in charge of filling out the endless questions presented to you on a clipboard. We always get the one that has a pen attached with a tangled up chain. Managed to un-knot the chain, and answer everything. The Signore signed in all four places, and now we await the receptionist’s call.

Just about everyone in the waiting room is on some sort of mobile device. One man plugged his Sony Vaio laptop into a socket, and is listening to music through headphones. A lot of folks play games on their phones, but after the Bobby Carrot incident I limit my game playing to word or trivia.

Whose Bobby Carrot? Well, since you asked…I had a Samsung phone a while back that came with a game called – you guessed it – Bobby Carrot. One day while on a long subway ride I decided to give it a try. Bobby was an adorable bunny who ran around mazes trying to get the big carrot waiting in the center. I managed to get from level one to three. How cool was that? I could actually play one of this things, and so began my addiction. It became harder to advance through the levels, but that’s games in general. It took over two weeks to get to level 24 of the 50 levels, and that’s where I got stuck. I worked that level till the battery went dead, and while the phone on charged tried again and again. Round and round that same maze. It became so aggravating that I traded the phone for another. So much for bunnies, trivia and word games are more my speed.

Since I am downtown I might do some bargain hunting and maybe a bit of a photostroll after we finish here. The spouse works nights, so he will head home for a siesta.

Until later.

that which you are seeking is seeking you

The young woman sitting under a Central Park tree looked at me with with shock filled eyes. I looked directly at her and smiled, because sometimes people just need a smile – know what I mean?

She called out to me across the field; “Are you Frannie? Is your name Frannie?”

“Yes it is,” and I made my way towards her.

“You’re Big Joey’s sister. I can’t believe it. We were all talking about Joey just last night. M was trying to remember his sister’s name, and I told her I was sure it was Frannie.’

Now I am known for my memory. Daddy used to always say, “You didn’t forget you just don’t want to remember.”

This petite blue eyed woman’s face was familar, but I just couldn’t place her.

She told me her name was A, and that the mother of my brother’s best friend T had been her baby sitter.

“Yes!”

I hadn’t seen her her in over 20 years. My brother’s best friend T was murdered about 18 months before he passed away.

And here was A already 34 years old. She began to describe my father’s grocery store in detail. T’s mom had been her sitter for years, and they stopped in quite often to shop and for a Slush Puppy. I used to mix up the concoction that went into that machine. One part sweetened concentrate to six parts water in gallon sized jugs emblazoned with the red and blue logo of a doggie in a sweater and cap. I was also a cashier, produce girl, my dad’s assistant and official letter writer. The man hated to write letters.

We spoke for a while, and mentioned she would having surgery in a few days. Nothing life threatening, but she was nervous. I was happy that the Universe had put me in her path, it gave me a chance to comfort her. Joey is pleased too.

We also talked about her recent return to New York. Seems she’s been wandering a bit. I told her that I myself never really planned. I just go out for walks and things happen.

So – go take a walk.

Maybe our paths will cross.

Ciao for now.

Favorite Time of Day? Cocktail Hour

So I was working on a book of autobiographical questions, and one was: Your favorite time of day?  And I wrote in Cocktail Hour without hesitation.

I hear you all giggling out there. 

Cocktail hour is brilliant.  The chores and errands of the typical day ended.  You head to your favorite chair, or are you stretched out on a chaise maybe?  Or are you like me who heads out to one of her fav spots.  More often than not I have a non-alcoholic beverage.  Tonight is not one of those nights; my choice is a fresh fruit filled sangria with a touch of brandy and a bit of soda.

Cocktail Hour.  When you relax from and sometimes revel in your day.  Time out to plot your next move.  Maybe an evening out or in.

I’m having dinner with a long time friend, and then heading home to some more of the Tribeca Film Festival online. 

Last night I watched Israel’s first ever horror movie: Rabies.  And no it was not a gorefest about killer canines or zombies with rabies.  It was freakin’ fantastic, and I will sit at the laptop to properly review it this weekend.  Right now I’m on the mobile phone.

Speaking of phones I spoke to Etan in India early this morning. I watched Rabies late last night,and then some episodes of GLEE on Netflix.  I only discovered it this season, so seeing the pilot showed me how much their stock has gone up since day one.

Okay you’ll have to excuse me – time to eat the wine and brandy soaked fruit in the bottom of my glass. 

Inner & Outer Spring Cleaning

It all started with me taking a couple of days for myself, and now I am seriously thinking about taking up to a year off. Know that book I keep threatening to write? That New York City tour guide license I have been studying for? The trio of plays I work on here and there? They could all become missions accomplished.

Right now I’m sipping a Diet Coke at World Coffee; I did about a two mile walk around Central Park. I’m going back after this break for a walk around the reservoir, then down to Best Buy to look at the IPad – again. After my electronics fix I’m heading back to Castle Frances; a good buddy needs some help getting out from under mass quantities of paperwork.

Okay, back to the park!
Whoohooooo feeling the calories burning already.

Love you all.

Have Yourself a Moment

Are you one of those people who gets more done in one day than anyone else you know?

My friend Etan will tell you I take multi-tasking very very seriously.

But then again how can a woman not be?

How many of us are wives and mothers who work. And how many more have an aged relative or two to worry about it as well. That was me for quite a while, and that’s a lot of you right now.

But now as I approach the new 40 AKA the half century mark I have decided to try doing just one thing at a time once in a while.

Just the thought of it is kind of scary.

But we all need to be in the moment once in a while. I always seem to be reviewing the last moment while I plan the next three.

Today I started out by just eating my lunch. I did not blog, text or make any phone calls during it. I did not read, make a to-do list or work on the next fictional blog post in my head. I simply ate my bun-less burger, my red bliss mash with no butter, my lovely sliced plum tomato with crispy fresh rings of red onion. I carefully chewed every bite. Before the plate arrived I was reading the paper, blogging and texting. I actually stopped everything. I was in my burger moment and it was nice.

Wishing you all happy in the moments.

My Queendom for a Diet Coke

The need for a loo and pouring rain when I got off the subway made me put off a trip to the corner store.

Bad move kiddies.  Now I’m lying here on my futon fiending for some DC.  But I’m not ordering ten bucks worth of take out just to get one.  I have cold Poland Spring I’ll make do.

Oh yay hubby wants some New England Clam Chowder from the Corner Cafe.

Would I mind making the call?  ‘Course not ;-)

Okay we have DC on the way.
Think I’ll channel surf for a minute – perfect night for a good old movie like Laura or The Maltese Falcon.

Back soon.