The littlest buskers

Today on my way to work, as I walked across the plaza, I heard the erratic beat of a snare drum. As I crossed the street, I could see the source of the sound: what I'm guessing is a family musical group. Only they're probably all under the age of 16. And the youngest, the drummer, is probably about 5. The lead singer was the lone girl of the group. Two more older boys rounded out the guitar club. Honestly, they were really awful. But at least they were awfully cute.





Then as I turned the corner down toward work, I noticed a group of people all dressed in black, all holding umbrellas, and standing in formation together. One guy had on a red scarf. One guy was holding one of those things you snap together and yell, "Action!" And there were cameras. And another guy was wearing a sweatshirt that had the name of a film school on it. So I guess they were filming a project. Anyway, it's not every day you see people dancing in formation together down Wall Street.




And I've never really mentioned the flutist, but every time I walk past him, I think, "I should blog about him." Anyway, he appears to be an older man with a fluffy white beard, and he's playing an old not-so-shiny flute, usually "Glory Glory Hallelujah," but sometimes "Amazing Grace." Depends on his mood, I guess. Sometimes, he's so flat, I want to show him how it's done. But really, you couldn't pay me to touch his flute. I'm sure he's just a nice man, so I don't really want to dig on him, and I feel like we're sorta connected in a way, him being there every day, me being a flutist too. Anyway, today he was talking to some people, so I pretended to take a picture of Federal Hall, but made sure to get him in it.




It's been a while since I had a pretty New York-centric post. Glad to oblige.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

From the Empire State Building

The sweetest thing

This is actually a screen grab from last week, but sometimes it's nice to see your work enthusiastically thrust into and waved about in the air, as opposed to torn and trampled on the ground by a million shoes. Of course, we'll never know if that's where this paper ended up.

When ATL freezes over

Last week, Scott and I went home to Atlanta. Well, I went home to Atlanta. Scott came with. We got in on Saturday, and on Sunday, the impossible. It snowed. In Atlanta. For hours. At my parents' house, there was only an inch or two, but other areas got a lot more and many of the surrounding counties closed schools on Monday. We were supposed to go visit Meaghan on Sunday, but the snow and ice kept us in the house. I tried to get a few shots...

From the back door




Out the front windows



On Monday, Mom and I finally made it up to Rome to see Meaghan and her super-cute kid, Logan. I forgot to take any pictures while we were there, so I'm stealing some from Meaghan...



It was kinda all downhill from there, unfortunately. On Tuesday, I came down with something, and I still haven't shaken it. On Wednesday, we tried to go out to lunch, but I couldn't even eat or sit up hardly and ended up at the clinic and then back home in bed. On Thursday we did some shopping and running around. We didn't want to go back to the house and sit around, so we ended up at Kennesaw Mountain (which, for those of you not from Atlanta, is a Civil War battleground site).











Dad took us out for dessert that night and I got chocolate pie that looked great...wish I could've tasted it. But I'm sure Mom didn't mind the leftovers. On Friday, we packed up, had lunch at Chick-fil-a, and headed to the airport. I'm pretty bummed that I was sick most of the time, but at least I was in a familiar place and knew where to find a doctor. Guess I'll just have to step up my efforts to get my parents to come visit sooner!

Belated

I missed it, due to moving and vacationing and whatnot, but as of Feb. 25, it's been one year since I started Little Peach Big Apple, and as of March 8, one year since we moved to New York. Happy birthday to my blog!

The view (and I don't mean the TV show)

So far so good in the new apartment. Last night I took a nice, long shower and had hot water the whole time! It's been at least a year if not more since I had that, so it was awesome. And we've already done a few loads of laundry in our very own washer and dryer. And did you know there's no 13th floor in this building? A lot of buildings are like that and I was curious so I checked the buttons in the elevat...

What? Huh? Shut up and post photos already? Oh alright. Sheesh. Picky picky.

Nighttime (basically panning from left to right). I don't think the pictures do it justice. I love the view at night. That little white triangle is the Empire State Building...





Daytime







The windows are kinda dirty on the outside, so I couldn't do much about that. I'll take photos of the inside once we get a few more boxes out of the middle of the floor...

Enjoy my view, and feel free to come see it for yourselves. Visitors welcome.

When God closes a door...

He always opens a window. Remember that phrase? Well that is case, unless you live on the 17th floor. Where the windows don't open more than a couple inches. I guess that's so kiddos can't fall out. I'm hoping I can remove them, since we're all adults here. And while we're at it, maybe the screens too, cause I hate looking through them at my fantastic view. I promise not to jump.

(Yes, yes, I know. Pictures. Coming soon, I promise.)