Idiot with a tripod
I do love this. Don’t listen to stupid You Tube comments. It is hard to make a moving montage. Or any montage for that matter. Very cool!
What I learned in 2010
I couldn’t let the day go by without commemorating 1/1/11, so I figured I’d post a simple but vital piece of information that I need to store in my data bank which is, don’t drink a Diet Coke if you are going on a hike in a place that looks like this:
I mean, does this LOOK like it is going to have some kind of facility? No? Right. No. However, the views are nice and the birds? Well looking at them was enough to make me shiver.
It made me long for this 100 year old toilet– at least what they looked like 100 years ago in the Newport Mansions. (Come to think of it, my grandmother’s place in the Bronx had something similar…) but alas I digress.
And, so, as I sought refuse in the barren wasteland around me, I saw this:
which at first I thought was an abandoned tractor, but as I got closer, saw it was a GIANT deer (it was DARK out, jeez–OK maybe I need a higher prescription) , who stared and stared and STARED at me with such intensity, I really didn’t feel comfortable spoiling his domain.
The moral of the story is don’t drink and hike. OK, 1/1/11 all done.
Friggin’ scary snowman
Ok so I thought my gym which I rarely see was a friendly place until I saw chucky the snowman staring at me. He’s laughing at my dimples. Not the ones on my face.
What a difference a day or two or three makes…
So, there is nothing like the glory of freshly fallen snow in Manhattan. Especially on day 1, it leaves one to wonder, “am I really in Manhattan?”
Even these guys are stuck.
Same street, next day: all wet, all trafficked, all the time.
And lastly, the snow in Manhattan, three days later, as we always are, Black as the Driven Snow:
A few more awesome snow pics
Take that, Hawaii.
Silent snow…
First time in NY so silent, even the snowplows are quiet. Click for whole image.
Is it Really Christmas in Florida too?
Twas the night before Christmas
and down here in Boca,
I was sitting at Starbucks,
Drinking my mocha.
I know we’re all Jewish,
But was wondering still,
if Santa would come here
and give us a thrill.
On my way home,
no Christmas lights did I see,
on the houses, the windows,
not even the trees.
What a strange feeling.
Not a decoration in sight.
Was it really December
or a warm summer’s night?
The restaurants were busy,
Christmas dinners not planned.
Never, not down here
in warm Boca Land.
At home all was quiet.
I left out Kosher wine,
In case Santa came here
For the very first time.
Snoozing came easy
To me Christmas Eve.
Not waiting for presents
That Santa might leave
Then all of a sudden
He pulled up in his Jag,
With a sack full of presents
Each sporting a tag.
Oh Bloomies, oh Saks
Computers and more.
He knows where to shop,
We DO the same stores!
He asked for some lox,
Some bagels and jelly.
He said that he came
To fill up his belly!
“Oh blintzes! Oh kasha!
He said with a smile
For farfel ,and latkes
I’ve come quite a mile”
He ate all the goodies,
Ruggela en mass
When he finally arose, he moaned,
“Oy such bad gas!”
“But a long night’s ahead,
And I want you to know.
From Boca I leave for
New York and the snow.”
What a great night
I thought with a sigh.
That jolly old Santa
Is such a nice guy.
As I cleared off the table
I heard with delight
“Shalom to you all,
and OY-VEY what a night!!
(Author Unknown)