So, Easter happened. As usual, we had a busy schedule of choir commitments, to which I added an extra evening by volunteering to masquerade as a chorister on Maundy Thursday. We also invited some friends around for Easter lunch after the two morning services, which meant the usual mad shopping-cleaning-cooking rush on top of everything else – as usual I complained about it all, but of course it was a lot of fun on the day. Continue reading
Because we never seem to do anything by half, the last few weeks have featured more concerts than we’ve been to in months.
As regular readers of this blog may have guessed, I get terribly anxious if I don’t have at least one trip to look forward to. When we returned from our summer holiday in early July the prospect of five long empty months until Christmas was just too much to bear, but funds were a little stretched. Thankfully all this long-distance travel is excellent for collecting airmiles and we managed to find some extremely well-timed reward flights to Louisville Kentucky for a long weekend in late October, landing late last Friday evening. Continue reading
Today’s random musing has been on the usefulness of context for disambiguation. In thinking about what I was going to write here I was struck by the fact that two of New York’s greatest cultural institutions have the same nickname, yet the occasions upon which this causes confusion seem to be few and far between.
This probably shouldn’t be at all surprising. Over the past couple of weeks we’ve been to both the Met (Museum) and the Met (Opera), to an exhibition entitled Jerusalem and a performance of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde, and I don’t really see how it would be possible to mix up the two (although of course that didn’t stop me double-checking that Tom knew where he was going on each of the two evenings concerned). Continue reading
So we’ve been doing rather well on the cultural front lately.
Escaping Manhattan during the summer months is a storied (and sensible) pursuit, and those of us who can’t afford to take a cottage or beach house for the whole of July and August remain enviously in situ. The Berkshires (pronounced berk, not bark) are a range of hills up in Massachusetts which have long provided a summer retreat from New York and Boston, and we were delighted when some good friends invited us to drive up with them last Friday for a weekend break. Continue reading
Every summer, the New York Philharmonic performs a series of concerts in parks around the city, taking in all five boroughs. In previous years, my plans to attend have been thwarted by scheduling conflicts and a rain storm, so this year I was even more determined to be among the audience in Central Park.