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>My walk to work and a WTF?

>I took these pictures the other day, with my NEW camera, and I just don’t get it.

For those of you who don’t know, I work in Queens, NY. I take the train to the city (GCT) then the subway to Queens (which is part of NYC, unless you live in Manhattan). When I get off the subway, I have to walk across 6 lanes of traffic past the Pulaski Bridge. A side street, the turn lane (1)[leads to the bridge], two lanes going one direction (2,3)[one side of the bridge], two lanes the other direction (4,5)[the other side of the bridge] and lastly the turn lane coming off the bridge (6). Now it used to be that this had to be navigated without benefit of a crosswalk or traffic signals. Then one day, I noticed all these warning cones up and men with yellow vests and big machines. They were installing walk signals and painting a crosswalk. But they did more.

See what they did? They removed part of the curb and put in a ramp, I’m guessing for wheelchairs. This is past the first turn lane, and this was not always like this. Now after you cross the two lanes going over the bridge, there is a medium and there . . .

They made a nice little path. The next patch of concrete is like the first, they took out the curb and put a ramp, and then you come to . . .

a CURB! Can you imagine, you’re in a wheelchair and you go over the first ramp and then through and up and over again, you moving along all nice and happy (relatively speaking of course) and then all of a sudden, a freaking curb? WTF?

The car is in the way, the curb goes down on the other side so you can roll up it, but still, they removed the curbs on the other ones, why not here? Why do you have to go around the corner on this side, the busy side of the road? Hmmm?
These pictures were taken the morning after my mom told me about how in the town next to her the town put in a totally unnecessary round about. And then the town that she lives in, not to be outdone put in one of their own, not only unnecessary but too small for the trucks to get around. That is probably why I finally noticed this.

>Went down Saturday, it was forecast to rain so Em brought ponchos she had bought for the Loggins & Messina concert, that she ended up not using since it didn’t rain when they went. I wore my hat and my denim jacket, just in case. Em had an appointment to get her nails done. After breakfast at Pershing Square Cafe we walked around a little then went to the nail salon early, she decided she also needed a pedicure. So then my adventure started, I didn’t want to wait there, and I was wanting to get my hair cut. So I walked toward 3rd Ave., I had gone online and got the address for Supercuts. I was going there but somehow I turned on the wrong street (big surprise there), however, I saw a sign for haircuts $20 and decided to go in and see. I told the woman at the counter that I wanted a hair cut, she pantomimed cutting with her fingers, “Cut?”, then pantomimed washing hair, “Massage?” (I must admit at this point the little voice in my head was yelling at me ‘RUN! Run for your life!’) I said “No, just cut.” She nods her head and indicates a chair for me to sit in, proceeds to wet my hair and comb it. As for the voice in my head, I told it to just shut up, it was only hair. After a few more hand gestures, thumb and forefinger apart and then measuring on the hair, she proceeded to trim approximately 1 1/2 inches off the length which was not as much as I wanted trimmed off, but that is better then a too short haircut, I don’t have to let anything grow out. I told Em, “Now I feel confident about getting my hair cut in a foreign country.”

Of course after getting my hair cut (no pictures, the style is the same anyway) and paying extra to get it blow dried, I came out of the salon to heavy rain. Grr! It was supposed to stop! I walked back to the nail place and Em was just leaving. I actually was standing across the street and watched her send me a text message. Then I yelled at her for not stopping the rain. We started walking. She had heard about a restaurant, more of a burger place really, and wanted to put it in her book so we had to try it out. It is on 79th Street, at the end where it runs into the Hudson River.

So we walked all the way up to 79th Street, then all the way to the river, which actually at that point is no longer considered a river to the Boat Basin Cafe. Kind of cute inside. Em said it is open year round, it must get freaking cold in the winter. What I didn’t realize, but should have, is the restaurant is located under the overpass, which is kind of a roundabout really.

This is the overpass that goes over the restaurant, we walked along side of this and then walked down some stairs that curved around, so I should have figured out that the restaurant was under it, but I didn’t, not until I went to the bathroom and on the way back looked up and saw the road signs above.

For more pictures, check out my slideshow in the sidebar.

>I heard from Marie that she was very sick, but she is better now and is back to PFF, so here is my entry for this week.

You remember last week (or you can go back and check if you don’t, or not) that I posted about receiving two lovely postcards from my friend Ló, who I met on the website Shelfari. I posted one last week and this week is the second one.

I have posted the back this time, as she was written a little bit about the picture on the front of this postcard. I told Ló, that if I ever got to Brazil I was going to look her up. She said, “Please do.”


You notice that this postcard has the same beautiful stamps as the other one.

For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed

>I got a new camera. It is something I have been thinking about for a while. While I liked my Kodak, it was starting to have some little problems. I like a viewfinder with my cameras and cameras with viewfinders are getting more expensive and harder to find. So last Saturday, Gwen and I were up at Target and I started looking at cameras. They had a nice Canon on display, unfortunately they did not have any in stock.

As we walked away from the camera section, since I was really up there to get cat food and envelopes to mail books out in, Gwen suggested Best Buy, so we went there. They did not have the same camera, but they had the next one up from it. Obviously I can’t take a picture of the camera, but I did download a picture from Amazon. Its a Canon PowerShot A1100IS. 12.1 mega pixels, 4x optical zoom. I haven’t uploaded any pictures from it so I don’t know how good they are, but I am about too. Hang on for just one minute.
Here is Abigail.
Here is Tigger.

>My new earrings

>This is going to be a very short post as I am at work and totally not supposed to be doing this. If my boss catches me I am Dead Dead Dead.

These are the earrings I ordered. Fancy HUH? LOL. I just wanted plain wee tiny hoops.

>Saturday

>Yes, Em and I went to the city Saturday. But to understand what happened, I have to take you back to Friday night. Friday I went to get my nails done. Em asked me to find out when her appointment was on Saturday. After I asked, Esther asked if I was coming too, when I said yes, she asked if I was going to get a pedicure, I said, Maybe. The owner came back to the table next to us and Esther told her I was going to get a pedicure when Em came in for her manicure! I was just kind of, well I didn’t really say that, **sigh**. When I told Em, she just kind of laughed and said, “It is so hard to say no to them.”

I wore my new sandals Saturday, it was ok, I have kind of broken them in. When they asked me to pick a color, I tried to pick a color as close to the color of the shoes as possible. I know they don’t look the same, I think it is because the nails are shiny and the sandals aren’t. We left the nail salon and headed down Broadway to Marie Tash so Em could see about the ring she is wanting to get. I also needed to get my piercing checked. We were early so on the way we stopped at the Strand. To get out of the heat and kill some time. Of course I asked about the True Crime section, which I was told is in the Basement. Of course. Well with 18 miles of book shelves, some had to go to the basement didn’t they? So I went downstairs and started looking, couldn’t find them, couldn’t find any signs for them either. Finally I asked someone and he took me way back into this corner and there tucked between ‘Journalism’ and ‘Law Inforcement’, was True Crime. It was actually a decent sized selection. Of course, I never remember the authors of the books I want so I was having to read the titles of all the books, I found Mindhunter: Inside the FBI’s Elite Serial Crime Unit by Mark Olshaker (Author) and John E. Douglas for $7.00, hardbound, originally $25.00, so I bought it. About the time that I found it, Em sent me a text saying she was ready to leave.

We continued on to Maria Tash and got there just as they were opening. Em talked to the sales person about what she wanted. She didn’t have anything done then but now knows when to come back for what she wants. I had them check my piercings, which they said look like they are heeling like they should. I asked about the bleeding, they weren’t concerned. I also asked about a 4th hole in my ear. I am not getting that until all the piercings in both ears are completely healed. Even if it takes months.

Em suggested taking the subway to Central Park, yes I know, she is starting to scare me. We had lunch at AQ Kafé, I had Chicken salad, you know a salad with grilled chicken on it. It was fabulous. The place is definitely on our list of places to eat in the city. They also have a bakery there, that we looked at briefly, then quickly ran away. We went in the mall in Columbus Circle. The one with the huge naked couple. I mentioned to Em, that for a woman that size, her boobs are awfully small, and for a man that big his, um, well I’m sure you get the idea, she did! I got a skirt at Esprit (?), then we went to the park.

Then after the park we stopped at Talbots where Em found a dress on sale, then Annie Moore’s, she got chicken for Fred, then home. As soon as we got home, Tigger tried to take my book.

>Postcard Friendship Friday #29

>I didn’t see a new post on Marie’s blog and I don’t know where else to look for one. So I hope she doesn’t mind that I am doing this on my own sort of.


When I went to the Yankee store to get my shirt to wear to the Yankees game I went to Tuesday (which they won BTW, in case you haven’t been paying attention) I picked up some postcards featuring the Yankees and Yankee Stadium. I was going to start posting them this week (since I am completely infected with Yankee Fever). However, I received two lovely postcards from my friend Ló, who I met on the website Shelfari. We share a love of True Crime books. Unfortunately, it is hard for her to find them in Brazil, where she lives. Fortunately, I have little room for books where I live and love passing them on to people I know will read them. As a thank-you, she sent me this postcard of Brazil, São Paulo to be precise. The other one I will post next week.

And aren’t these stamps beautiful?

For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed

>Week late

>I am behind on my blogging yet again. Summer seems to be a time when everything slows down, except giveaways. I have been getting e-mails for giveaways and it seems that I have no time for this blog. Not true.

First the giveaway, if you have never been to Bella is reading, and you like Philippa Gregory, make sure you stop by. I am running a giveaway for her new book, The White Queen.

Back to last Sunday, D and the kids went to a Star Trek convention in New Jersey. They were very excited because Leonard Nimoy was scheduled to be there and taking pictures with fans. Anyway, Em and I thought that since they were blowing off church to go to see Spock, we could blow off church to go to Manhattan. A while back, while I was reading Daryl’s blog and she mentioned the High Line (click here), I told Em I wanted to go there. She had heard about it also, but from another source (more about that later). So we went to the city and started the trek down to 20th Street and 10th Avenue. While walking along 10th Ave she mentions, “There’s Chelsea Piers.” We get to the High Line. It was threatening rain so not many people were there. There were a couple of nice men that welcomed us. There was much to take photos of.


(Yes, I am having fun with Picasa collage maker.)

Lots of indigenous plants and cool places to sit pretty neat over all.

It was then that I noticed that Em wasn’t taking pictures of the High Line. She was taking pictures off the High Line, toward the river. I asked her, “Are you taking pictures of Chelsea Piers?” One look at her face told me she was. Then when I caught up to her she asks, “What was that line Logan said to Barack?” Huh? “In ‘The Wee Small Hours’, when Logan and Barack come up here and Barack says the city is turning this into a park, what did Logan say?” Then I realized where she had heard of the High Line. From LOCI! These pictures are also in my slide show down on the right, along with pictures from the Today Show.
Then we walked uptown, thinking we would go to Central Park, but the weather had other ideas. It started to rain, and I do mean rain. We ended up taking a cab to Cafe Frida, where I discovered this wonderful Mexican Anisette Liqueur and Em had Flan. Then we went home. Cause we were soaked.

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I won another blog contest and along with my prize the blog author sent me this lovely card.

You can click on the picture to see that this is a trading card. The contest I won was Lisa Jackson Read-Fest. You should really check out J. Kaye’s Book Blog. It’s a great blog if you love to read.

For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed

>My postcard collection is not just postcards people have sent me. Take this postcard,


Back in May, Em and I went to the Museum of the City of New York. The link takes you to my blog post of the day. It as very interesting, as they had a special section dedicated to Henry Hudson. I found this postcard in the gift shop. I like to buy postcards as rememberences. Unfortunately, I don’t have the back of the postcard with any description because I glued it in my album.

I have found the saying to be true. I meet lots of friendly people in New York.

For more postcard fun, visit postmistress Marie Reed