Tag Archives: fall

A leg to stand on

I fell today on a Boston city sidewalk that was under construction.

sidewalk closedBoth sides were torn up, and only one side was closed to foot traffic. So pedestrians were walking through the debris on the other side.

Of course, I was the one who tripped and fell.

In a suit.

Wearing black pants.

A member of the crew immediately rushed over to make sure I was okay. I was more concerned about the state of my pants, so she returned lickety-split with water and towels. And when she realized I had cut and bruised one leg, she insisted on driving me to my class at BU.

She was thought I would sue the city.

That didn’t even cross my mind…until she told me the crew shouldn’t have torn up both sides of the walk at the same time. And they should have closed the sidewalk that everyone was walking on (and that I fell on). And she represented the city, and the crew didn’t always listen to her rules and regulations.

I don’t know — maybe my leg hurts more than I realize!

Food stereotypes

Freshdirect.com, my favorite website for ordering groceries in the neighborhood, posted this ‘goodbye to summer’ today on Facebook.

I love the sentiment — the poster’s graphic look and feel, too.

But they can’t honestly be suggesting that my popsicles, fudge bars and toffee crunch bars — all reduced fat and sugar-free, of course — should be packed away with my summer clothes and flip flops….

Not even.

I find popsicles refreshing year round.  They are the perfect light dessert — that little taste of sweet that doesn’t linger compared to heavy cakes and pies.

They aren’t seasonal.  They’re sensible.

Of course, I feel much the same way about soup — love me some soup any time of year, especially in summer.  When the AC is cranked in public buildings, soup is the best way to warm up.

Turning up the thermostat also works.

Let’s give food a chance.

Walk about

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

That is never more true than early on a fall morning in New York City’s Central Park.

Dog’s pretty cute, too.

Love letter

Some people bemoan the end of summer.  Not me.

I love fall.  I love the early morning chill.  I love how energized Rory is — even as he nears his 11th birthday — when the day is sunny and crisp, and he runs through the park like a puppy.

I love wearing hoodies when I am working from home.  I especially love my “Team Edward” sweatshirt, even though it makes my friends roll their eyes.  Actually, that makes me love it more.

I love my coats, hats and gloves.  I love their colors and textures, and I especially love having pockets again.  So many places to put poop bags and my Palm Pre and keys and money and everything else I need on my dog walks around the ‘hood.

I love New York City in the fall.  The tourist trade thins — although I enjoy tourists as a rule — so the price of Broadway shows goes down, and Central Park becomes, if possible, even more beautiful.

I love the city as it preps for the holidays.  I love being able to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade one block from my apartment.  I love the Rockefeller Center ice rink, the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and the Top O’ the Rock, where I can kinda see my apartment.

And when the weather starts to warm, I’ll love New York City in the spring, too.

But right now, I’d just love to spend some time there.

Written in a hotel, on yet another business trip