Monday, April 23, 2007
Papa Squid Chaperones a Trip
This is the inside of the Bialystoker Synagogue. Check out the lobster in the center of this photo. A lobster in a synagogue? They have all of the signs of the Zodiac around the ceiling. Hence the lobster (crab).
Mike has no idea what the prices on this plaque mean. Anyone out there able to interpret? Our Hebrew (and the plaque may be in Yiddish) is not nearly up to this task.One of its claims to fame (?) is that gangsters Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky were both members. That's Bugsy's memorial plaque (Benjamin) below.
A very real claim to fame is the small break in the wall leading to a ladder leading to a hideout on the underground railroad. Mike is pretty sure that it is in the corner pictured here.
Kehila Kedosa Janina -- above and below. Founded by jewish immigrants from Greece.
Inside the final part of the renovation of the Eldridge Street Synagogue. This was the first synagogue built for the purpose of being a synagogue. Somewhere on this blog is a picture of the front of it. Probably last summer if you are looking for it.
Yes, they let the teachers up in to the scaffolding. The kids had to stay below.
The person who owned this bank largely financed the building of the Eldridge Street Synagogue.
And, because he is a good husband, he brought back chocolate. But not pickles.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Turtles and Such
This store, which is devoted solely to organic, prepared food for the small set, is where our favorite marzipan store used to exist. Trust me, the marzipan store served a greater purpose.
Great bread. Mike introduced me to Orwashers when we were first dating. Their raisin pumpernickel bread is out of this world!
Entrance to the park where we had our first kiss. Think, along the river (see the kissing bikes, above), at night, under the moonlight ...
Gracie Mansion, home to many NYC Mayors but not the current one. He chooses to live in his 79th Street townhouse. That's what you get when your Mayor is a billionaire. Gracie Mansion is actually located just inside Carl Schurz park. No kidding.
I really don't know what this building is but it looked really great with the cherry trees blooming. It's right across from Carl Schurz park.
And finally, Turtle trying to escape.
You can't make this stuff up.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
We Smell Like Summer!
On this trip, we rode down to Chambers Street, adjusted the seat on Squidette's bike, rode east on Chambers passing the Sun Building and the Tweed Courthouse on our way to the Brooklyn Bridge. Over Roeblings masterpiece, make a left and a right and there is the Manhattan Bridge. Over the Manhattan Bridge, through the streets (Allen and Pike have bike paths) to the East River. Uptown to the 10th Street overpass and then via the streets to the bakery (half-price baked goods for cyclists) and then the Union Square Greenmarket. At this point we were really enjoying our ride and decided that we needed a little more mileage so off to Chocolate Haven it was for a quick stock up. It was a nice, easy ride and we all did the bridges pretty easily.
Both kids needed their seats raised and I got to use my new bike in it's almost final configuration with my new custom fit stem. Tomorrow I will bring it in for a quick tune up to fix the minor injuries it suffered during my fall (slightly out of adjustment front derailleur and torn handlebar tape).
Friday, April 20, 2007
Good Friends and Pretty Socks
Meanwhile, I have been a busy girl and finished these,
as well as Squidette's sweater. No pictures of that until we get the buttons on Sunday.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Second Guessing
The t.v. is off in the Squid home tonight. Papa Squid is out for a while and Mama Squid is tired of listening to the news. It makes her too sad and too angry. So tonight, at least until Papa comes home, the t.v. will either be off or tuned to prerecorded shows.
As a mother, the events of this week hit hard. As a school administrator, the reactions of many people just plain hurt. How dare we second guess the administration of Virgina Tech or of any school in a situation like this. We do not know what they knew and what they didn't know. Those men and women were working with what they had and made the decisions that they felt were right. It is not our place to second guess.
Unfortunately, I have been the recent victim of second guessing. It led to my new title "the Bureaucrat in the Hallway." I stick with the decisions I made to earn that title and I would make them again.
Five years ago my husband's Principal was in a situation where he had to decide if and when to evacuate their building. After the fact, I second guessed him and was angry. I was angry because I felt that those I loved had been in danger. In truth, he was working with what he knew to be true and did what he and other authorities felt was best for those in the building. Ultimately, they evacuated as the second tower of the World Trade Center fell, a few short blocks away. They ran, as if for their lives. I hereby, publicly apologize for second guessing those decisions. It's tough being the person in charge.
What can we take from these experiences? Instead of second guessing, we can use the information to make our own plans and to adjust those that exist. Use this time to make things better instead of laying blame. Let something good come of our heartache.
My thoughts go out to those affected by this latest tragedy. No one should have to deal with this kind of thing. No one.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Thoughts of Swaps
By nature I am a rule follower. Lay out the guidelines and I will follow them to a T, breaking them only to exceed. Tell me I have to have an active blog, I do it. Post to a special blog? Check! Reply to my upstream partner and let them know how much I love their gifts? Got it! Send nice goodies to my downstream pal in a timely fashion? Yup! Brag publicly on my blog and a group blog about goodies I've received? Roger!
How do I feel about people who don't follow the basic rules? Mean. Grumpy. Unwilling to acknowledge subsequent contact due to an inability to be nice while feeling not so nice.
My feelings about Angels? Love them! I've volunteered to be one in the past but had to be Angeled myself in two recent swaps. I promise to volunteer to Angel in future swaps. No one should feel unappreciated because their partner bailed on them.
Both upstream and downstream partners have responsibilities and should fill them so that all parts of a swap feel appreciated. If you don't like your gifts? Fake it! Sometimes you take a chance and it is all a part of the fun of the exercise.
My thanks to all my wonderful partners and Angels. You guys are all great!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Daddy and the Times
Overheard in a diner on a Sunday morning. "The magazine section is missing."
My thought: "Didn't your father teach you how to count your sections before buying the Sunday Times?"
When I was a kid, my dad would go out, late, every Saturday night to pick up the early edition of the Sunday New York Times. As teenagers, my siblings or I would sometimes go along for the ride. That is where we learned the important lesson of how to check the sections.
The Sunday New York Times has a huge number of sections and the true connoisseur, at the very least, glances at them all. Therefore you must make certain that you get all of the sections at the point of purchase. That, and why pay for missing sections, even if you don't read them?
So, we learned to count the sections, in our heads. The ritual requires being able to keep track of the section numbers as they appear even though they are out of sequence in the pack.
You start, by looking at the top section (not always the main, or "1") and quickly flipping through them all, keeping a verbal or mental count. "3, 4, 8, 10," then "1, 3, 4, magazine (6), 8, 9, 10, 11" then "1, 2, 3, 4, damn where's the travel section?, magazine, book review, 8, 9, 10, 11, oh, there it is! Done. (During the holiday season there are more sections and specials are periodically added as needed.)
Then we went home, the child in question made tea for daddy and we settled in for the night as daddy started in on the puzzle.
Sadly, we no longer perform the ritual as we get the paper delivered. And so another skill is lost to the next generation.
Who would think that a simple overheard comment could turn in to a trip down memory lane?
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Turtle and Fish Cam
Lights out at 9:00 PM DST (Eastern Time Zone)
Busy Squid
Instead, it is 11:30 a.m. and I have already cleaned the turtle tank, packaged and mailed 5 items including the taxes and have taken some of the lighter items off of the balcony in anticipation of said storm.
The packages include a gift to a sick colleague (some nice knitting stuff), a small gift to an original swap pal (down stream) who got dropped from the swap, and a return of some bike shoes that were too tight. More on the swap-pal issue in another post.
I should be blocking the pieces to Squidette's sweater but instead am taking a break before sashaying off to the Opera with my favorite fourth grader. We are seeing Turandot and we are really excited about it. This will be the second time we are seeing this opera and I am curious as to how it will be different from the last time. During this opera there are three riddles asked and the first time we saw it, during a dress rehearsal, Little Squid was upset because one of the riddles did not have a question mark after it in the seat-back titles. This was a good two and a half years ago but we still tell the story. Love that kid!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Lessons Learned
1. Towels are effective exfoliation devices. Try this experiment: during a two week period, wash your face, gently and dry one side vigorously while gently patting the other side dry. Don't be surprised when the patted side starts flaking at the end of the experiment.
2. Sleeping with my hair in a pony tail is actually a good thing. I started it after the accident to to keep my hair off of my wound, now I'm still doing it because I like it! It used to get it caught under me at night and it woke me up.
3. Forgetting the pattern to the sock you are knitting does not necessarily translate to an unusually long wait in the doctor's office. As a matter of fact, my ability to translate the pattern from the sock's mate meant that I was in and out of the doctor's office in record time!
Here's hoping that there are no more lessons to learn. *grin*
Not Really a Sloth
We first made a quick trip to Ikea to get this flooring. I've been lusting after it for a few years but each time I tried to get it, I waited too long and they were sold out. This time, however, we scored. (We will not discuss the cost of the scoring, I'm just adding it to the figures for last year's renovation.)
Above is the "before" and below, the "after" even though it is not all laid yet. Some heavy moving has to be done before I can finish the job. Mike has a friend who will cut the partial tiles for me so I will not have to wield my hack saw.Doesn't it make a huge difference? Saturday should be warm enough to finish the job and maybe fill the pots with soil.
On other fronts, I finally finished my ruffled Marietta Rib Socks from Cool Socks, Warm Feet. The are worked in Regia Silk and feel so cozy on my feet. The cuffs are shorties so that I can be comfy while cycling (if I can every find bike shoes that work over handknit socks.)Now to do some on-line yarn shopping for a colleague who is laid up for a few weeks.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Buildings Galore!
On our walk, yesterday, I kept stopping to snap pictures of interesting buildings or quintessentially New York stuff. I was assisted by my family's insistence in popping in to each and every Duane Reade on our path in search of discounted Cadbury Creme Eggs. Each time they popped in to one, I snapped some more pictures. Sometimes I snapped the pictures while they kept walking. This meant that I jogged more than a fair amount of the way home as I kept catching up with them.
And so, for those of you who are visiting my fair city via my blog, I give you some theaters.
Hmm ... maybe I can make this a project over the summer ... walk the theater district and photograph all of them. Too geeky? Hey, a gal and her guy have to do something while the kids are in camp.
How about a store devoted to accordions?
As promised, the Berlin Wall. Nope, not kidding, it is really a piece of the Berlin Wall.
How about a really cool building? I took ten shots of this before I got one I liked and it still does not do the building justice.A clock -- just for the heck of it. Yes, the time was correct.
A side view of the main Post Office. This is the building in to whose facade is carved those immortal words ... "Neither snow nor rain ..." It is also my post office. Yup, when I miss a delivery, this is where I have to come to pick it up. Others may brag about their zip code but I have THE BEST zip code in the city and the coolest post office. The front is not photo worthy right now as it is totally covered in scaffolding due to its impending renovation and transformation in to the new Penn Station.