I was taking pictures of our neighbor’s beautiful white cat, Smudge, when, for absolutely NO REASON WHATSOEVER, Skippy walked into the frame and BIT HER IN THE EYE. It was an hilarious unprovoked attack. I could not stop laughing. Cats are the best.
On Friday nights, 11-Year Old Daughter and I watch that old 1960’s chestnut I Dream of Jeannie. It’s great! In Friday night’s episode, Tony went on a date. Jeannie got jealous and turned his date into a chimp. Oh, my God, we laughed! On Saturday nights we watch Batman. Last night, they did that bit where they’re climbing up the side of a building and a celebrity pops out of a window. This time, it was Jerry Lewis. I had to explain who he was. Man, I’m going to miss these evenings. I’ve got maybe another two years, max, and she’s not going to want to sit around with her old man on a Friday or Saturday night watching reruns of sitcoms from 45 years ago.
Recently 6-Year Old Daughter asked, “Dad, how come all the guys who play basketball on TV have brown skin?” I was stunned. I didn’t have an answer. I guess she’s right, but I wasn’t going to step on that third rail.
I recently posted some photos of Central Park after a snowstorm. I always limit the number of pics I post because I don’t want to turn my posts into a giant file dump. I wanted to post one more because I love the composition of this one so much. It’s hard to believe it’s the center of NYC!
In the interest of fairness and full disclosure I give you the following. I call it “Deck of Playing Cards in a Pile of Vomit Under an Ad for the Time Square New Years Eve Ball on 8th Avenue.”
I’m just trying to keep it real. Look…this is still New York City. Sometimes I think I wax a little too pastoral about this place.