Snow Walks: Weekend Vs. Weekday

Snow in the City: Monday through Friday
Snow in the City: Monday through Friday

It’s snowing today. A. and I walked to school as flurries fluttered down. Snow plows and salt trucks made a couple of loops to help commuters reach the FDR. Elementary students and their parents clad in moon boots crowded  sidewalks.

He had fun (he’s five; what kindergartener doesn’t like snow?) but I preferred our snow walk on Saturday. It was everything that I enjoy about snow in the city.

There aren’t too many things that slow this city down, but storms can. Some do more than others, such as blizzards and superstorms. But when it snows on a weekend morning, this huge bustle of energy transforms; it almost feels like a cloud city.

When A. and I walked in the snow to get M&Ms for gingerbread bears and breakfast on Saturday, it was quiet. The sounds of the city were muffled. Salt trucks and plows lazily patrolled the streets. Sidewalks were empty because people huddled in their homes.

It is a rare moment when this metropolis is tranquil. That is why it is one of my favorite occasions in New York City.

 

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Snow Walks: Weekend Vs. Weekday

My Hunter Boots: Frivolous Purchase or Crystal Ball?

My best purchase ever?
One of my best purchases ever

Nearly four years ago I bought this pair of Hunter boots (see left). Normally this wouldn’t be a purchase that would garner any attention but consider this: I was living in Los Angeles at the time, and never owned rain boots (honestly, never had the need for them). I lived in California where rain was a rare occurrence that made the local weather man Dallas Raines giddy and news directors send entire news teams to cover the freeways and Los Angeles River when a tenth of an inch was forecasted. Needless, buying the Hunter Boots was a whim based on an upcoming trip to New York where real rain storms were forecasted.

The boots ended up staying on the left coast  when I headed to the right. But it was that trip that started the cascade of events that would lead us to New York City and the steady use of my Hunter boots.

For the six months that we lived in New Jersey, summer rain storms kept the boots in heavy rotation. Little did I know that it was only a glimpse of the amount of action that the rubber boots would see during the upcoming winter of blizzards—two  blanketed NYC with more than 20 inches each—and rain. They definitely took the Big Apple by storm (pun intended). I think I wore them everyday of our first winter living in Manhattan and by the time spring finally came I was tired of walking with  rubber shackles around my legs. (Man, are they heavy!)

The following two winters did not deliver the weather wallop that the first one did. Now we are entering our fourth winter in the city and they have already seen rain and snow action in the last week.

Yesterday, as I was walking through the rain wearing my Hunters, I thought about what a great buy they were. What started out as a frivolous purchase ended up foreshadowing a life that I didn’t even realize was ahead.

 

 

My Hunter Boots: Frivolous Purchase or Crystal Ball?

We Always Had a New York (City) State of Mind

IMG_0732So we thought New Jersey would be our last stop in the search for home—you know, that place that just feels right, that place where you cannot imagine being anywhere else. Well, it wasn’t. In fact, three years ago this weekend, A., M., Pumpkin, Moo, and I moved from the sleepy town in Jersey to Manhattan.

Our first apartment had a kitchen that was minuscule and had roaches and mice (Rodents wig me out) but on paper it sounded awesome: a duplex with two bedrooms, two bathrooms and outdoor space. We lived there for two years until we moved to our current apartment in a doorman building, (Our broker was excited to finally find an “adult” apartment for us.) which we adore.

So, on our third anniversary of being New Yorkers I feel lucky to live in a place where I feel I should have been my entire life

We Always Had a New York (City) State of Mind