Taking A bite

Sunlight has been a scarce commodity of late. Rain, however, not so much. I’m not using a kayak to reach my mailbox, so I’ve no reason to complain. But I am surprised. Sure, it was raining when we left for New York seven days ago, but I didn’t expect it to rain all five days we were gone. Whoa.

As it turns out birdseed doesn’t actually grow birds, it grows wild grass. And the grass, keeps on keeping on.

Enough about the weather.

I mentioned New York. My first trip. I’ll spare you the itinerary. If you watch television, or read, you already know. I was hoping to see Avenue Q, but it went on hiatus a few days prior to our arrival. We saw this instead.

I knew nothing about it, other than the cast members. With a name like God of Carnage it sounded exactly like the sort of thing my grandmother would forbid me to see, so naturally I insisted on seeing it AND getting a t-shirt. That and musicals aren’t really my thing. Why sing along in pre-meditated artificial joy when you can watch skilled thespians behave badly and point fingers.

What can else can I say about New York that you don’t already know? Little. I can show the way I saw it.