Last Thursday we had the first big snowstorm of the season – not just any storm, but a “bomb cyclone“. In Hoboken, this translated into 6-8 inches of snow falling quite quickly, with some high winds as well.
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…).
Being English, complaining about the weather is part of my DNA, and of course it’s always a handy topic of conversation, especially since this autumn hasn’t really been at all autumnal – we’ve lurched from wintry chill to balmy warm days and back again, seemingly at random.
I don’t actually have anything interesting to tell you today, but it’s very quiet in the reading room and I thought that writing something here would be preferable to staring blankly into space (or at my screen). You’d think I could just do some reading, and there are many books here I’d love to get stuck into, but the problem is that when I’m absorbed in a book I don’t see or hear anything going on around me. So, here we are. Continue reading