I really have no idea where the whole of last week went to. Do you suppose I could blame my broken down dishwasher for my lack of writing time? I could if I wanted to, but really, I’m still enjoying hand washing my cups, dishes and plates every night, and even though this spare part which is on order for the repairs has already taken double the estimated time to arrive, I’m in no hurry to hassle the repair guy to have it fixed. I’m finding dishwashing rather therapeutic at the end of a long day. 🙂
I did spend a lot of time away from home last week actually, some time spent on work related events and some on pleasure, so while you look through the rest of the New York photos that my son Ben has given me to show you all, I will tell you about my pleasurable adventures.
I’ve said it before, but Ben really did enjoy his eight-day stay in New York City. I would rather like to go there myself one day, although eight days would be way too much time in the big city for this quiet blogger! Ben seemed to have been quite moved by his visit to the Ground Zero memorials and seeing the new building in progress there. He vividly remembers the unbelievable news hitting Australia on the morning of 9/11 as do we all.
So, back to last week. Ben and my eldest daughter Hayley had bought me a beautiful oil painting on canvas, about four years ago now, which required framing. An unnamed party had promised to have it framed for me, so the canvas had waited patiently on the shelf in my cupborad for four long years, waiting. With Mother’s Day approaching last Sunday, one day during the week Hayley had asked me if there was anything I could think of that I would specifically like to be given as a Mother’s Day gift.
Apparently (according to Hayley) I am a very easy person to buy for, as I like so many things and have so many interests! That’s good to know, as some people are absolutely impossible to please! So I gave her question some thought and soon remembered my lovely oil painting, awaiting a frame. Ben and Hayley are again going shares in this gift, but Hayley asked me if I would like to go with her to the framing shop to choose a frame that I would be happy with.
I suggested we make a lunch date of it, inviting my other daughter Emma to come along as well, so off the three of us went to see a man who Hayley had spoken to on the phone.
Choosing a frame for my lovely painting turned out to be quite the memorable experience. As a general rule, I take people as I find them, but I must admit that I found this picture framing shop proprietor to be just a tad, shall we say, over the top with his comments?
Firstly, he asked my daughter how much she had paid for the painting, rude to begin with, I thought, followed by, “I hope you didn’t pay any more than $20.00 for it”!!
Throughout the course of us choosing a frame, he managed to insult the colours of my home, explained to him by my girls in an effort to have him show us the desired coloured frames, and he also laughed profusely at his own jokes…..which I would describe as sarcastic comments rather than jokes.
So whilst The Obnoxious One guffawed away to himself, my girls and I had a great old time, ignoring him, and helping ourselves to various coloured frames which we sat beside the painting.
Digressing slightly, is the above photo Times Square, can anyone tell me? Ben and his mates were in Times Square one morning and were approached by someone giving away free tickets to the David Letterman Show. All they needed to do was answer some simple USA topical questions, which none of them knew the answers to being freshly arrived from Australia, so blatant hints were handed out, they won their three free tickets to the show and had a great time applauding throughout the show on queue and laughing loudly when requested!
Now, back to the framing shop, where my daughters and I had made our choice of frame, being ultimately my choice, although my daughters both agreed they could see it looking wonderful where I had told them both I would be hanging my painting. The Obnoxious One disagreed with my choice, adding, “You’ll probably end up having your own way, women usually do”…..okay, is it just me? Was that rude and insulting? Although I didn’t voice the words, I did think, “You’re darn tootin’ I’ll get my way!” Geeeezzzz……..
Between guffaws, The Obnoxious One did relate a very interesting story, of how he had taken a recent delivery of framed pictures from a deceased estate. Almost an entire family had been killed in an accident, with one remaining survivor, and the spirits of the deceased had helped him, he claimed, with frame choices since they arrived.
I wonder if the spirits had mentioned to him the old adage, “The customer is always right”? 😉
Back to the USA, and here we are in Central Park. Ben told me that the park was positively huge, and they didn’t have the opportunity to cover the whole area. I had rather hoped he would find John Lennon’s memorial area of “Strawberry Fields”, but unfortunately not.
Apparently one day, a huge crowd was clustering in an area where a celebrity had arrived, causing great excitement in the area. It turned out to be Ricky Martin, who is this year one of the judges on the Australian version of “The Voice”, and what a very lovely man he seems to be too.
After stamping my foot in a most polite and woman-like fashion, getting my way and ordering my picture frame from The Obnoxious One, Hayley, Emma and I went back to Coolangatta for an alfresco lunch of sushi, just across the road from Coolangatta Beach. Emma passed me some chopsticks to eat my sushi with, followed by instructions on how to use them, telling me “It’s easy, mum!” I’m happy to say that most of the delicious sushi reached my mouth (apart from that one piece that dropped, then proceeded to fly across the table, nearly landing in Emma’s lap!)
Hmm….next time, I’m asking for a fork!
In other last-week-related-news, I decided to stop adding posts to one of my other blogs, “A Sense of Spirit”, not due to lack of interest, but rather because I am finding more and more that the posts I’m adding here at Home Life usually relate to spirit in some way anyway. It seems to me that the two blogs do not have separate purposes, so I have transferred all the content from “A Sense of Spirit” across to this blog, tagging all the posts with “A Sense of Spirit” for easy finding. Combining the two seemed like the sensible thing to do.
Ben’s last three photos here of Wall Street, the Stock Exchange and the Trump Building seem to me to be very “Ben-ified” places to visit. He is, and always has been fascinated by the workings of the stock market and is the most amazingly disciplined person with money that I have ever met in my life!
Not only is he first-rate when it comes to saving money, he can keep a secret like no one else I know. As a two year old, I would tell him, “Don’t let anyone know what their Christmas present is, it’s a surprise” and that boy wouldn’t breathe a word, not for any amount of coaxing in the world!
I seem to have waffled on a bit today, so hope I haven’t sent anyone to sleep with my ramblings.
Please do let me know if I have labeled any of Ben’s photos incorrectly. In the next leg of the trip, he and his mates headed south to Nashville and he loved it there too. I think it’s safe to say that Ben loved his trip to America.
Finally, here are the links to all the posts I have transferred across from “A Sense of Spirit”. Please do not feel obliged to read all or any of them, they are just here for anyone who may be interested. I do, however, recommend reading “The Optimist’s Creed”, very sage words indeed. I wish I had written them!
The Souls we remain with throughout time.
A Bond that Lasts for Eternity.
Thoughts as I press my nose against the window of life.
15 thoughts on “Two Posts in One…or Two Countries…or Too Much?!”
You are obviously a more patient person than I – I think I would have gone elsewhere to get a frame. Otherwise, I might have picked the one he found most obnoxious, just because I could! New York City is an incredible place, although it’s been more years than I care to admit since I’ve been there. It’s nice for a visit. I could not stay long.
I don’t know how I would have felt about his manner had I been alone, Carol. With my girls there though, we just made the decision between ourselves and basically ignored the guy! My daughter is paying for the frame though, and she’s heard that he does a good job and his prices are extremely good too. Maybe that’s the only way he can get customers through the door, by keeping his prices competitive! 🙂
Thank you for the lovely pictures, Joanne. New York City is one of the World’s most famous cities & seeing the pictures of the streets and the buildings around gives me a sense of a visit. Well, I kept staring at the picture of the memorials with white roses, thinking about the incident. What life..
Its nice that you have listed down the links of your posts from the other blog, I shall look up to them. Thanks! 🙂
When my son arrived home from his trip to the USA with so many photos I was thrilled to bits, as I too felt as though I had visited the country with him. I remember the morning of 9/11 so vividly, when one of my children woke me up in the morning to tell me that America was under attack, and I thought there was some kind of a mistake, or it was a joke. Seeing these memorials makes it so real.
I have a love/hate relationship with washing dishes by hand. I’m always trying to decide whether I have enough dirty dishes to make it worthwhile to use the dishwasher. I often decide to wash them by hand–primarily because I think that I find it relaxing.
I’ve wondered if I could always wash dishes by hand, without tiring of it Sheryl. Or if, like you, I would end up in a love/hate relationship with my hands in the suds constantly.
Joanne, I enjoyed looking at Ben’s photos of NYC and remembering the few times I’ve visited my daughter there. Would love to be flying there now, but instead it’s time for another trip downstate to visit my parents. Also, understand totally about how blogs shift, and how you’re sharing more of your spirituality here. Sometimes I think about closing my little spiritual blog–or combining it–but very few people want to read about non-duality!!
I thought that Central Park sounded positively wonderful myself, from the way Ben described it. Just imagine, a huge park area surrounded by one of the busiest cities in the world! I wonder if Kiah finds the time to visit there often, and if she needs the serenity of nature to soothe her soul, after growing up in the big woods and now being surrounded by busy-ness? Ben loved NYC, but I don’t know if he would cope with living there.
Kiah’s been taking birding classes this month and her next class (tomorrow) is in Central Park. She really would like to move out of the city now and find a less hectic place to live, but she’s got a really good job. We’ll see what she decides…
The pictures were beautiful. I have a cousin who lives in New York, well she lives in the “burbs” but her husband works in NY. I would love to visit it someday myself, to see her and her family and just “look around” at the famous landmarks. Central Park is what I would love to see.
From the point of view of a person who hasn’t been to NYC, to me it’s almost as if I have heard about these incredible landmarks in this famous city all of my life, heard songs sung by famous people about the city, and somehow it seems so unreal, like a pretend place that doesn’t really exist at all, as it is so magical and just an illusion! I have to believe my own son’s photos though, don’t I? 😉
It does seem that way, doesn’t it? To actually be there would be to believe.
I don’t know, Joanne – I think I might have walked out on The Obnoxious One and gone somewhere else to have my picture framed. How rude he was to you!
Ben’s photos are amazing – I’m so glad he enjoyed his trip to the Big Apple. ❤
The Obnoxious One sounds like a perfect moniker for that rude salesman. 🙂 It’s good that you had such a good time with your daughters in spite of him! Will we get to see the framed painting in its new spot?
Ben’s pictures of the memorial at Ground Zero and the new tower are thoughtful and touching. That terrible day seems so far away now, and yet somehow, like it was yesterday. In many ways, it seems like our generation’s Pearl Harbor, with all its heartbreaking memories.
On one of our visits to New York, Larisa & Dima took us to see Strawberry Fields, but we didn’t see any of the rest of Central Park. I don’t think you saw my pictures of it but here’s the link in case you’d like to see them now: http://www.ingebrita.net/archives/10890
Yes, that is Times Square. Ben’s photos are fantastic.
I really enjoyed this post, Joanne. Very chatty. I felt as though we were sitting down to tea and I was catching up with you. I think I would have left the Obnoxious One’s shop and found someone else to frame my painting, but if you had, you wouldn’t have had such a good story to tell. 🙂