The longer we stay in New York the harder it is to find interesting things to write about. Life continues to be interesting, of course, but lately we’ve mostly just been getting on with the usual sorts of things… (I mean, I could tell you about the trials and tribulations of an event planning committee I’m working on, or the epic meeting I’m coordinating at my professional association’s conference next month, but truthfully it’s all about as exciting as laundry and grocery shopping, and nobody wants to read about that.)
The other day I received a comment on a previous blog post from someone who clearly objected to my lifestyle and the way I present it here. Phrases such as “vacuous dross”, and “privileged and meaningless existence” were deployed, and although I didn’t appreciate the tone I have to admit I don’t entirely disagree with their point. I am well aware that this blog is all happy-shiny tales from my extraordinarily-privileged life (a life for which I am perpetually grateful, by the way), and I know that that even the bad days I don’t write about are really not all that bad in the overall scheme of things. And whilst I am perfectly capable of sophisticated textual analysis I choose not to do that here, although perhaps I should…
Pique aside, it’s always valuable to have one’s bubble popped from time to time, and the more I think about it the more I’m grateful for this comment – particularly as I was vaguely thinking about making one of my current volunteer activities more meaningful, and this has prompted me to sign up for an orientation to explore some options. I’m not sure whether this was the desired response, but there we go.
So how do you get to Carnegie Hall? Turns out that all you actually need to do is join a choir which books it as a performance venue, then you’re all set!
For the last few years, the community ministry at St Bart’s has augmented their regular activities (running the soup kitchen, homeless shelter and food pantry) with a gala dinner held on the day after Thanksgiving. Entitled Fare Share Friday, this event sees the church transformed into a banqueting hall, with a turkey dinner catered by some of the grand midtown hotels.
In a perfect example of why committing your thoughts to print can be somewhat hazardous, after my two posts yesterday the universe clearly decided to prove me wrong – today the weather is a whole season warmer (mild and damp, feels like London in July), and Tom went out last night and bought three extra fish and two more snails for his tank, bringing the total headcount to seven and three respectively.
However, in the spirit of making the most of it all, I shall enjoy not being cold outside today, and this gives me a perfect excuse for more pictures too – here is Brian in his favourite spot, and one of his new friends, Bob:
Regular readers with nothing better to do than remember my random ramblings may recall that I posted about Tom’s acquisition of a small fish-tank back in July. Despite numerous obstacles – including both major calamities and minor setbacks – it is now home to four glowlight tetras, a little bumblebee nerite snail (named Brian, obviously), and a red cherry shrimp (although we haven’t seen Shrimpy for a few days so it’s sadly possible he has become fish food…).