I’m Baaaack!

You’re thrilled, I know. Dying to hear what misanthropic diatribe I am going to have for you this time. Well, since returning from the land of my birth, I have nothing but sweetness and light. Really.

New York is really a pretty wonderful place. I arrived on the last day of the strike, and realized that New Yorkers are really a quite an amazing bunch. (And no, I’m not biased. Okay, maybe a little…) New Yorkers face a challenge; be it a blackout or a transit strike, and just suck it up and deal. We might whine a bit, but we make things happen.

Because of the strike, Mayor Bloomberg restricted passenger cars below 96th Street. You could only travel below 96th Street with 4 or more people in your car during the morning hours. Apparently, people entering the city would arrive at 96th Street and pick up strangers and take them into the city. I won’t claim that this was a completely altruistic act, but people did it and didn’t complain. I’m sure that there were a few friendships made along the way.

When I was in NYC for my mom’s birthday a few summers ago, I arrived at the exact time of the Blackout that Ate the East Coast. One of the most wonderful friends that I have now, is the woman who offered me her guest room for the night. Normally we would all be too suspicious of what might happen to us, and whether we would sleep safely through the night, but disaster + New Yorkers = friends for life.

So the strike is over and things are back to normal (such as it is) in NYC. I shopped at Purl; re-taught my mom to knit; saw the Yarn Bus (and had a friend ask me if I knew about a bus with fiberglass yarn on top?); saw lots of family and friends (and EVERYone got along – it was great); and ate too much. I love NY!

I missed my cat somethin’ fierce though. Even if she is devil cat.

(Well, you’d be pissed too if you had a flash go off in your eyes. )