I was introduced to Norma by my dear friend M. We went for a girl group luncheon with S one day. Since then, my friend I, who also lives in its environs, enjoyed a meal there as well.
Last night, after Carol drove me to see her friend Ron on the jazz trumpet uptown, she drove down Park Ave to show me the sculptures the local Park Ave supporters put up. Where to dine?
Norma. Caponata and carciofi, divine.
My meals at my local Chinese eatery are pretty consistently the same. Yesterday, I chose to explore, while staying in Lunch Special territory.
I have favored Shrimp Mai Fun. Always. I especially love the tasty thin rice noodles and the mix of flavors. It’s a rich, dense lunch, a half of which comes along for the next day’s meal.
Another shrimp dish seemed like it could fill in. And one did. I thought Lemon Grass Shrimp had an exotic appeal. Spicy.
Not enough for leftovers but I got all those Lucky Numbers to take away.
Bets are open on whether I will revert to my usual next time!
D. has this effect on door men around town. That’s how we wound up at the Speak a few months ago.
On Friday, after we attended a Works & Process production of Peter & The Wolf, we got an invitation to come inside. The man at the door of the Neue Galleries tells us that it’s free from 5 to 8pm. We have 40 minutes and I want to see the Klimt.
All I know of Klimt’s work I learned in Lady in Gold. Anne Marie O’Connor’s book was on the reading list J. had shared with me.
The Neue has not just Klimts but also Bauhaus furnishings. There is an unexpected Klimt clock.
On our way out, the man who had greeted us, tells us that the restaurant, too, is excellent. He is awaiting a hot chocolate to top off his evening.
We’ll have to return after the holidays, I’m guessing.
Staying in the moment is akin to not buying trouble.
Living in the now.
Being mindful.
Finding myself in once familiar locales, it’s in.the present. It also conjures the past.
I am not buying trouble!
I am mindful and I am grateful.
Incidentally, or perhaps not so incidentally, at a dinner a couple of months ago with C., I ordered a 0 alcohol beer and got a buzz.
Truth is I have tee-totaled for a long long time. It affects one’s tolerance.
Last night, at the Beach (see my post today about “what’s going on”), I had a Heinekein 00. It was fine. I was fine. Maybe it was that second zero?
I ordered the beer on account of that’s how Taco Tuesday works. 9 dollars for three but you gotta get a drink with that.
Just in case 00 was going to make me tipsy, I squeezed limes then I added water into the glass.
Anyway, I walked home without too much swerving and I like me some non-alco beer.
We need calm, accurate, factual history to survive this moment. That history, American history, relies on the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, 250 years of democracy.
Most of us, by a margin so large that we should not despair, ⅔ of we, the people support that long ingrained democracy. Yes, there are more Americans who stand on the pro-democracy side.
Our national pro-democracy historian is the calm, sane voice of Heather Cox Richardson.
Heather Cox Richardson is a national treasure: share her words and efforts as widely as you can.
Those are just two samples of the exemplary HCR offering her wisdom. Spread it. Far and wide.
Jazz at the Italian Village should be fun.
If you’re near 1st Av and 78th on Thursday, Sep 25th come see how it goes.
It’s beautiful. I got this print by Sara Morales, Audience of One, delivered today.
The matted and framed artwork is everything and more than I expected it to be.
I don’t acquire art as a usual thing. This picture really spoke to me, so much so that I reached out to SaViana Arts. I am thrilled I did.
It’ll be up on the wall soon.
You’ll join me for the welcome party.
All The Best