I have to tell you, Manhattan is one of my favorite places in the world to visit. Wish I could afford to live there, no lie. I can't. But I can dream. And I can afford occasional visits because, remarkably enough, when it's on sale, the round-trip airfare between Milwaukee and LaGuardia is very reasonable. The hotels, of course, are outrageous -- another story.
But I'm planning my third trip to Manhattan, I love it so. This one will be without my Mr. Don. Sort of a test, I guess. He died on October 12, 2012. That happens to be the same day of another Hales Corners Chess Challenge coming up soon -- I think it is Challenge XVIII? I cannot keep count. What I can tell you for sure is that since Hales Corners Challenge VIII, I've been providing money for prizes for the chess femmes.
Well, you all don't care much about chess, I'm sure, LOL! But it's a large part of my life, and has been since 1999. And before then, too. Darlings, if you ever get the hankering to read a wonderful book about a couple of 1980's style (but truly timeless) female adventurers who get caught up in an international whirlwind that just happens to have chess as a main theme (and a formula for an elixir of immortality that just happens to be embedded in a chess board...), track down a copy of Katherine Neville's "The Eight."
Back to New York. Our first visit was in May, 2005; our second visit was in September, 2009. I often read The New York Times online. Not everyday, but often enough. I love particularly the articles about apartment and/or home hunting, and today, I saw this article: Escape From Time Square!
Cracked me up, it did! As a tourista, Times Square is great to visit, but she's absolutely right, I sure would not want to live there year round. Oy!
Here's a photo - the only photo, actually from the article. The perfect personification of Midtown Manhattan style! Tres chic! I love her combinations of pattern, texture, and furniture styles and the black/white theme (tres chessboard and take-offs therefrom, such as the houndstooth. Dogs, actually, have a venerable herstory in the game of chess -- but I won't go there at this blog, its dedicated to décor and fashion, and family trees, after all...)-- check out the photo:
I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am to see young, confident and adventurous well-educated femmes moving to New York City (and, indeed, all around the world to major cities). YOU GO FOR IT, GIRLFRIENDS!
This young lady, in particular, certainly has her decorating stuff together! Point on blue walls, point on tweed re-take of 1950's mid-century mod style sofa (but looks sink-in comfy with three seat cushions to go with that tight back), lovely patterned tone-on-tone pillows, the flat weave black and white striped rug -- well, what can I say? And note also the mod-look but classically styled metal side tables, the MATCHY MATCHY LAMPS, and the odd avant guarde touch here and there -- no centered mirror or artwork above the sofa (such a refreshing touch, mes amis), a nod toward Midwest kichke in the animal horns on the table on the left. This young woman has opted to use a slight variation on the theme of a symmetrical style for this part of her abode. Can't go wrong, there. Kudos!
What's not to love? Seeing young women such as this one, gives me some small faint hope for the future of our planet. Maybe it's not too late...
April 6, 2019:
The income taxes are finished and were taken to the Post Office yesterday to send out via certified mail, which now costs nearly $16 for two 8 1/2 11 envelopes with return receipt. Yikes! But worth it because I have proof positive once I get the little green cards back that the returns were delivered and received. And just in case, there are tracking numbers that I can also tap the U.S. Post Office for to verify that delivery was made. In these times, it's better to be safe than sorry
I have been working in little bits and pieces outdoors whenever a window in our crappy weather has presented itself. Today, however, was the first day where I was able to spend an extended period of time outside. First, I cleaned up areas on the sidewalk and driveway along the edges where pine cones and branches tiny branches blown off during the seemingly wind storms we endured over fall and winter 2018-2019. After resting for a bit, and removing the winter hat, gloves and jacket, I moved to the back yard because I'm sick of feeling sick to my stomach every time I look at it through the patio doors in the dining room and window above the kitchen sink. This winter left it a true disaster zone. I worked steadily raking small areas and filled two trash can size black trash bags full of debris blown down from my arborvitaes and neighboring trees over the winter, in addition to about half a ton of nut shells. The nut shells are my fault because I feed all the neighborhood squirrels. They are so entertaining, and very smart! I also made a small dent in starting clean-up of the flower beds, where the "mild" (ahem) weather and thawed earth has encourages perennials to start popping through, whether I'm ready for them or not!
All in all, a somewhat decent start to making a larger dent in clean-up operations. I worked outdoors about 4 hours off and on. I didn't want to overdo it, and truth be told, I'm pooped! It's humbling to not be able to work as long or as hard as I used to. I can get it done, but I have to take lots of rest breaks so it takes quite a bit longer now. Good thing I'm retired