Autumn in New York

So inviting, indeed. When I was a baby and cried, as all babies do, my parents put on a record featuring Jackie Gleason entitled “Music, Martinis and Memories.” If that didn’t work, they drove up and down the street until I fell asleep. No, they didn’t abandon me in the house, I was in the car with them but safety seat? Dunno.

As early as age five, I had (have) a mad crush on that Hoboken boy Frank Sinatra. For college graduation my folks took me to see him at Carnegie Hall. He was old then but thanks to Tommy Dorsey, his phrasing was still intact.

My favorite album is Come Fly With Me, favorite song Isle of Capri. Don’t know why because it’s such a sexist song. My sister even made me a felt “sculpture” with the notes and lyrics to the first stanza.

Autumn in New York is on that album. I bought a CD of it but gave it to Rocco, owner of Piazza Italia in Glasgow, Scotland at our going-away party. I thought of it as I view “Springtime in Utah,” which consists of hourly blizzards followed by sun and large hunks of snow falling on the decks.

The small stream about 20 feet away has grown in size commensurate with mountain snow melt and the ducks are floating downstream with no visible paddling.

I braved the worst of it this morning and put the Honda in the garage to shed snow and ice. Jim stole the Acura, which is good, as today I only had minor errands to attend to.

Happy April 15! I got the last W-2 yesterday (ours were lost in the move) and finished up last night. It’s like a ton of weight off my shoulders so I’m not pushing it today. Zoe’s been sick, vomiting and diarrhea. I did cut up two oz. of steak the other night and added it to her dry food. We did get her a new crate and she’s been left in it according to prior “routine” for an hour or so at a time. I don’t know if she’s stressed by the move or what.

At least we met a local vet! I’m going to look up the one who is an orthopedist, though. Her non-hips are getting bad on these stairs.

All the best to you and yours. Dee and Zoe