Here are a few other highlights:
Salvador Dali, The Persistence of Memory | Van Gogh, The Olive Trees | Gustav Klimt, Hope, II |
Marc Chagall - I and the Village
I was especially thrilled to see this picture. A poster of it hung in my elementary school art room. Mrs. Jacobson would be so proud.
Dad spent his birthday evening plastering the ceiling where the roof leak was. I mentioned that the toilet in my bathroom had a leak, so we went to Home Depot, picked one out and I had a new toilet two hours later! The gladious are blooming and I took a big bouquet into work...lots of oohs and aahs thanks to Dad.- Mom
Since I finished working for the Miller for Mayor campaign, Alex and I have been on a mission to do all the tourist things in New York.
First, we waited in line for six hours to get tickets to Shakespeare in the Park's As You Like It. They only give out tickets for that day's performance and there is no other way to get tickets. Initially, we only got vouchers to come back and wait again for cancelation tickets. Which worked to our favor, as a large corporate box didn't come and we were very close stage right.
Of course we had to take the ferry and see the Statue of Liberty. We weren't able to get tickets inside (sold out for the day), but waited in line, did security, wrangled for good seats on the ferry and spent a fraction of the time it took to get there, on the island. Thus, the pictures that prove I've been there.
Recently, we've also seen a production of The Producers, sans Matthew Broderick unfortunately. It didn't live up to my expectations.
We also did the 45 minute wait for elevators to the top of the Empire state building. People were cranky. The views were fantastic, but we didn't bring the camera because we didn't realize until outside the hotel and no one wanted to go get it.
Another day we made a trip to the New York Historical Society. I guess we saw some famous paintings that I've never heard of. It was okay. Alex had a good time.
I've read a lot of books here, most recently, Sex and the City by Candace Bushnell. Don't bother with it. The show is much better.
Our next endeavor will probably be to wait in line for sold out Spamalot tickets. Too bad we don't have any camp chairs. I still want to see Rent and there has got to be something else we still need to do.
It was weird being the only one cheering for the Twins when they would get a good hit or strike someone out. The crowd would "Awhh" and I'd clap and say "Woo go Twins!" alone (sometimes Alex clapped too, but mostly he read his book). There were no dirty looks thankfully.
Here we are in the Wild West in 1998. He still looks the same he never ages:) (Mom looks way better now though)
My dad can make anything and fix anything - cars, plumbing, cabinets, wiring, painting, staining. He even has an elaborate system to catch all the rain water from the eves and direct it to a tank with a spigit to water the plants. We have the best looking lawn and the best garden on the block. And it is all thanks to his hard work. The church would probably fall over if he didn't go check on the boiler, the leaks and the copy machine at least once a week.
And he didn't freak out too much when I told him I was going to New York a week before I left. Here is the website I made for his office, give him a call and wish him a happy 56th!
First of all, I forgot to bring a pillow and towel to New York. So we headed to Target to pick some up. But do they have a firm, standard size pillow? NO! I had to buy a king size. That's going to work well on the plane. And no, they don't have the foundation I want.
Interestingly, it has two floors. This creates the need for an escalator just for shopping carts - something I stared at the first time I saw it. It also gets stuck constantly.
But the coolest thing I have seen at Target was the Buddist Monk who was shopping one day in full Buddhist Monk gear. They don't have that in Bemidji.
There are police in subway stations now, a nice feature for those of us who are a little wary of the other passengers...
to be continued - gotta go to work