So although the last few months have been difficult it seems a little bit like the clouds have been lifting these past weeks. Summer is my favorite time of the year and one I have very happy New York associations with and it seems it is finally here. Spring semester was a very long haul and I was so glad to finally get it over with. Although I have moved right into the summer semester and will continue classes until August, somehow there is just a small little glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. Not a lot but just enough to make it seem that little bit more bearable.
DC had a birthday this past week and we celebrated by going to a concert at Lincoln Center. We had not been to any sort of concert or event for so long that it seemed like quite an occasion. We had tickets to see Pierre-Laurent Aimard last year in Berlin when the concert was canceled but this year we had better luck and he performed right on DC's birthday. The program was Stravinsky, Debussy, and Bartok (rather too many wrong notes for my non-musical ears) but it was tremendously exciting and energetic.
Today we went to a movie ( a real live movie, in a movie theater - curse you Netflix!!) I was momentary stunned when the thirteen year old behind the the ticket booth window asked for $25, thinking perhaps I had accidentally wondered into Tiffany's instead of the IFC theater on 6th Avenue. When did the price go up again? Seriously people who is going to pay this money if you can wait two months and have the film delivered to your living room and played on a TV that frankly is bigger and sharper than many screens in the theater. Also the person behind me kicked my seat for two hours! In case your interested we saw the film "Summer Hours" which is French and in the tradition of French cinema is beautiful, haunting, and full of language whilst at the same time being almost totally devoid of any discernable plot. I actually liked it more than DC, who told me that at one point he was silently pleading for something to happen other than what was happening. I wonder if that was the point of the film?
We have also found time to plant our summer window boxes. Actually to be truthful DC picked out the plants, and planted them, and goes out every morning to water them and also trims them and turns the box around twice a week so my participation in this has been small to minimal, however I like to think I mentor the window box experience.
Here are the fruits of our labors......
