Today is officially the last day of my winter vacation. Sure, there’s still the weekend, but I (almost) always get the weekend off, so it doesn’t really feel like it counts in the same way. This last day of leisure coincided quite well with this year’s giant snowstorm. I refuse to call it Hercules, because naming snowstorms is stupid. My week-and-a-half off consisted of cleaning out my closets, long-scheduled doctor’s appointments, discovering that my fridge died (with the consequent throwing out all my food, spending an entire day waiting for the repair guy, and buying all new food), and finding out that our family’s beloved jack russell terrier, Ollie, passed away.
But I got to sleep late, so that’s…something. In any event, common sense lost the battle this morning and I headed over to central park and bethesda fountain for some picture taking. I don’t know if I was too early or too late (or the kids had more common sense than me), but there was a distinct lack of sledding kids compared to years past. I’m still working the chill out of my face and hands.
Up until my most current job, I have always worked in “modern” new york city office buildings (i.e., built in the 1960s or later) that were generally variations on the monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey. But now I work in a a classic, historically significant building – The Helmsley Building, formerly known as the New York Central Building. If you’ve ever been in NYC, you know this building. It’s the one that sits directly in the middle of Park Avenue (that is NOT the Metlife building), and that you drive “through” when you’re driving up or down Park. Being a historic building, the lobby is generally an overwrought sight to behold, with its pink marble and chandeliers, and the security guards spend a good portion of their time explaining to tourists why they’re not allowed to just come in and take a look around. One would think that the natural ornate-ness of the lobby would be sufficient for the holidays, but one would be wrong. Our building totally steers into that curve.
Merry Christmas all! I’m looking forward to the traditional jewish christmas of movies and chinese food. (hey, we all have traditions!).
First, I have clearly given up the ghost on yet another 365 project. I’ve just missed too many individual days to keep up the pretense of running it out through the end of the year. Things have been a little crazy in the real world, and I just got distracted. As far as life craziness, there was the whole thing with my dad and my stepmom both ending up in the hospital at the same time (different hospitals, of course), getting a permanent job offer from my current engagement, and (as a consequence) planning a big trip to the galapagos during my transition from fancy temp to permanent employee next month. Oh, and have I mentioned that my brother lives in Afghanistan, and is NOT in the military? He’s coming home for vacation next Friday too. So…a bit crazy.
Anyway, I’ve been meaning to get out there for a few weeks, ever since I read about the Fete Paradiso, a collection of (working) french carnival attractions from the late 19th and early 20th centuries that they had imported and put up for the summer. So, given that today was gorgeous, and tomorrow is supposed to rain, I hopped on down there and wandered around for a few hours. Governor’s island isn’t quite the “hidden” gem it was the first time I went a few years ago, but now they have places to eat and, well, bathrooms, so I’m viewing development there as a net positive.
All photos run through various vintage-y filters for the right mood.