The books are shelved, the furniture is roughly situated, spouse travels for work (DC this week), and I meet with old friends and new friends in the city that “never sleeps” rather than exhibiting Chicago’s “toddling” ways. I did not manage to get a bead on Philly’s character during my scant 15 months or so there. Here on the west side of Manhattan, while I await the opening of the reportedly fabulous health club/spa in the basement of my new building, I wander the streets by Lincoln Center toward a health club in my work out togs — I grew accustomed to this routine during our year in Philly, tromping through Center City from Rittenhouse Square to Market Street toward elliptical machines and, honestly, some mental health. And today, tonight, I prepare for a boffo Broadway revival and second cast to boot — yes I’m talking about A Little Night Music and Stritch and Peters.
New York real estate provides new experiences to this well-traveled long married couple. Here, more dollars than we have had before score us space that is smaller — well, more and less than anything that I’ve ever experienced before. Food stuffs delivered, laundry going, computers hooked up, cable connected.
And it begins.