Nose To The Grindstone.

One of the hardest things about a quick weekend getaway, aside from the aforementioned snow incident, is getting back into the groove Monday morning. Especially when the thermometer says it’s -11 degrees fahrenheit. There is something very comforting about being under ten pounds of blankets and twelve pounds of cat in bed. It’s hard to get the old body moving when you can hear the roof creaking under the strain of the cold outside.

Nevertheless, I dragged myself out of bed and got my day started rather early this morning. I was so elated with the fact that I was out of bed before 8 a.m. that I started supper in the crockpot and studied all morning for my latest “math for dummies” exam. I didn’t completely lose my mind however, there’s still dirty laundry to be washed.

That’s tonight’s fun.

All things work out well I guess, for the studying paid off and I did well on the latest exam. My self-pacing for this course has paid off and all I have left is the final exam. I was given the practice final today by the instructor, I might tackle the real mccoy on Wednesday. I have two chances to do well with it. I intend on doing exceptionally well.

Earl always commends me on my dedication to my studies. I sometimes wonder where I’d be today if I had the same sort of enthusiasm for learning back on my first go around at college.

Tonight’s class was canceled so I’ve been working on my homework tonight, trying to get it done before the latest installment of “Heroes”. After supper Earl and I watched this morning’s “The View” via TiVo; I guess I never realized that HRG (Mr. Bennet) is Jack Coleman, the second gay Stephen from “Dynasty.” When I saw him without his “Heroes” trademark glasses, Earl and I exclaimed in unison that he’s pretty hot. I have a new appreciation for HRG man.

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Snowbank Sweet Snowbank.

Nothing strikes terror in one’s heart after a glorious weekend with your lover in New York than these two heinous words: “Welcome Home.”

I’ve often thought that there is just one good thing about living where we live and that’s the fact that it’s easier to go somewhere else. After a beautiful weekend in The Big Apple, we drove up our road to our driveway to find that we couldn’t find it. There was a wall of about 4 1/2 feet of snow where the driveway should have been. The only way I knew the location of the driveway was because the two five-foot high posts I had installed earlier this year had their very tops showing. So I did the sensible thing.

I tried to drive through the snow bank.

With the Malibu.

What an idiot.

Naturally I got far enough into the driveway that I was able to bury the front of the car and trap us inside because we couldn’t open the doors. Earl briefly yelled at me for putting on the brake as I tried to make the plunge, which invoked my super powers enough to be able to force the door open. I trudged up the driveway, which had almost a foot of snow in it, got myself in the garage and grabbed a shovel and trudged back. I then started digging the car out. Earl and I took turns digging and rocking the car. I finally got out the snowblower and was able to clean out around the car a little bit. Earl then pushed while I rocked and then we rolled.

An hour or so later the driveway was clean long enough for it to start snowing hard again. I don’t care what it looks like in the morning.

Our area has been on the national news quite a bit because of the weather. One thing they keep talking about is the community spirit where neighbor is helping neighbor with a glow usually found around a fireplace and several glasses of brandy. Not here. The neighbors watched from their snug little houses as Earl and I huffed and puffed to get the car out of the road (which was unsurprisingly busy with big SUVs being driven by women with big hair) and into the driveway. I no longer care if I have to fire up the snowblower at 4 a.m. Tomorrow morning as they look out the window I’ll just wave back.

“Spring Awakening”.




Rockefeller Center.

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Tonight Earl and I went to the musical “Spring Awakening.” While we enjoyed last night’s show (“The Apple Tree”) very much, this show was much more powerful. From the stark staging and intriguing use of cast members to the music and the storyline, Earl and I both felt genuinely moved by this show.

“Spring Awakening” is set in a small provincial German town in 1890 and looks at a group of teenagers and their struggles with their growing interests with one another, including their budding sexuality. In many ways, this show is delightfully raw in it’s frankness. The music is truly inspiring having been written by Duncan Shiek.

Earl and I both thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but agreed that this is not “a family show”. We both highly recommend seeing it when you get the chance. At the bottom of this entry is a link to a video about the show.

After the show we went to Langan’s Bar and Restaurant just off of Times Square. Luckily, I budgeted calories for a late supper so I don’t feel one ounce of guilt.

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Dahling I Love You,

Earl and I have been jet setting around Manhattan for most of the day. We slept in a little bit and then headed for our first stop: The Art of Shaving. I picked up the early 20th century safety razor I’ve had my eyes on for the past several years. This will make manuevering around the mustache much easier.

From there we headed up Lexington and jumped on the train at 60th. This was our first time together on a train in New York. I can navigate Boston’s T without an issue but the trains here go a little beyond red, blue, green and orange lines. Once we got our bearings we were good to go and before we knew it we were headed downtown. Earl stopped and get a haircut on St. Marks and then we headed to the Village, where we did lots of window shopping and had a bite to eat.

Afterwards we headed to Grand Central Station to gawk like tourists and then jumped back on the train, stopping at Bloomingdale’s so I could pick up a new pair of pants for tonight’s show. It’s all about the fashion babe, so we ended up going to the The Gap across the street. I’ll have to model for a photo later.

We did a lot more walking and are now installed in the hotel room to catch our breath before heading out for the evening.

Early To Rise, Early To Bed.




Early To Rise, Early To Bed.

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Earl and I are back in the hotel room after a night out on the town. It’s quite chilly here in New York, so we’re bundled up like we’re from upstate or something. At least we’ve left the dog sled at home.

Tonight we saw “The Apple Tree”, featuring a wonderful cast including the very talented Kristin Chenoweth. We both enjoyed the show and recommend that you see it if you have the chance. It’s a three act play (the first show I’ve seen that had three acts) and is a fun show. Currently being shown at the Studio 54 Theatre, the smaller audience coupled with the smaller cast gives the show an intimiate feel. Ms. Chenoweth is a multi-talented performer, with an incredible singing voice and impeccable comedic timing.

We both highly recommend the show.

Afterwards, we followed our tradition and stopped at The Stage Deli for a bite to eat. Upon first glance of the menu, the choice was obvious, I had to have the Linda Lavin Salad Platter. I don’t know what made that choice obvious, but it’s what I had and it was quite enjoyable.

I’m now singing the theme song from Alice in my head again. As I type this I can hear the jazz Wurlitzer in the dead space between my ears. Good times.

MacGasm.




MacGasm.

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Earl and I went for a walk this afternoon, with our first stop being the Apple Store on Fifth Avenue. As we decended down the spiral staircase into this gigantic version of Mecca, I had a MacGasm. I think I even gasped a little.

Luckily, we came out with no credit card burns on our palms.

Afternoon View: E 61st (JMG Imitation)




E 61st.

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Earl and I have arrived safely in The Big Apple. We are at the Loew’s Regency on Park Avenue at 63rd. I’ve taken a picture out the window Joe. My. God. style to make me feel right at home here in Manhattan. I believe it’s E 63rd but I’ve been around so many blocks while en route I think my bearings are a little off. I know for certain that I’m not in Jersey.

We’ve been here for about 10 minutes. Earl has ripped the ventilation grate off the heater and smashed the mini-bar. I’ve asked him to close the barn door and to get a grip. Otherwise, all is well in our weekend home.

We’re going out exploring.

Update: It’s actually E 61st looking toward Madison Avenue.

Crossing Paths in Newburgh, N.Y.

Earl and I are spending the night outside of Newburgh, N.Y. He has business meetings in the morning and then from here we’ll make the hour or so trek to our hotel in Manhattan. Tomorrow night we have tickets to “The Apple Tree” starring Kristin Chenoweth.

My sister has been trying to get home from Moscow since early Wednesday morning. She landed at JFK yesterday, where her plane sat on the runway for four hours because they had no place to put her plane. She was not amused. For the next thirty hours, each and every flight upstate was canceled. She had no way to get out of JFK. There were no hotel rooms available. She ended up sleeping for ten minutes on the floor next to an arcade machine until a woman next to her screamed because a mouse had run across the floor. So she wandered terminal four awaiting a flight today.

They were all canceled as well.

She finally rented a car and armed with no sleep for the previous 36 hours and a brother who is as accurate as Rand McNally, I talked her from JFK to the New York State Thruway. I later suggested she stop for the night and finish the trip tomorrow morning. So she’s staying in the same hotel as us tonight. Her luggage is somewhere between JFK and Anchorage, so she grabbed some night clothes at the store and hung out with us for a bit. We’re all having breakfast in the morning before we continue our trips in opposite directions.

This is certainly a nice way to kick off our weekend.

Let’s go somewhere else.

After yesterday’s snow day, today has been a relatively normal day. The National Weather Service says that about 31 inches of snow fell over the past 48 hours. It seems like I’ve moved twice as much out of the driveway. I resisted the urge to fight back to the snowplow driver by pelting him with his own rocks and sand when he drove by and nearly buried me in a snowdrift. Those guys work hard and I appreciate what they do, but he still made me mad.

Earl has a meeting out of town tomorrow so I’ve decided to tag along. We’re going to the lovely city of Newburgh tonight and then we’re going to spend the weekend in Manhattan.

We figured it was a great way to spend the post-Valentine’s Day weekend. I’m hoping it’ll be warmer down there.

Teamwork.




Snowblowing.

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Earl and I celebrated a good share of our Valentine’s Day by cleaning out the driveway together. We took turns snowblowing and then he made lunch while I did the shoveling.

I guess every couple has their own way of celebrating romance.