Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Thank goodness for garbage collectors… and the Obama children

Heading home for Christmas was a great getaway –  I had to be up around 4 am and was plagued by brief, interrupted sleep.  After counting sheep (literally, I tried it and failed because I imaged them dancing in the air like cows jumping over the moon), I fell asleep, dreaming that the Obama children were helping me pack using their Mary Poppins-esque carpet bags. I hope I at least gave them homemade muffins for their efforts, which makes me wonder if Michelle bakes now that she’s First Lady.  Is she allowed?  Does she own a J Crew apron?  Can she make carrot raisin muffins from ingredients from her White House garden? Does a special ‘taster’ need to be involved to ensure they are right for Presidential consumption?).  In any case, a heartfelt thanks to Malia and Sasha – I’ll look to you two to helping us move in a few weeks.

Coming back to NYC in early January was the perfect time to hit the ground running on the New Year.  We arrived one week after a huge snow storm and were greeted by the garbage and recycling remnants on streets, piled more than 5’6” high, with only enough sidewalk room left available for one person to walk down a path at a time.  A few days ago, light flakes of coconut-coloured snow began to fall and ‘emergency command posts for winter weather’ were deployed.  I’m pretty sure 1/89th of an inch of snow fell, but we were prepared this time.  Mayor Bloomberg was featured in a press conference and school was cancelled. Coming from Canada, I think back to the days I trudged through knee-high snow and can’t help but feel I would probably still be in junior high if school was cancelled every time 12 snowflakes fluttered from the morning sky.   On the upside, the emergency procedures meant that garbage trucks were deployed with tire chains.  Oh New York, how you entertain me.


Above: A view from our apartment...

Below: A view from the street...


I’m looking forward to writing a full report on our impending move to the Financial District and the start of tap lessons later this month.  For now, I’m off try on my new tap shoes and dance around the apartment to “Marry You” from Glee (I'm pretty sure they can't evict us for noise infractions this close to our move out date... can they?).  At least I'm not singing Glee Karaoke here.  I'm saving that for the new place.

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