Left, not Hell but the Gershwin Hotel. More new pics of Flee's New York in the appropriate album. And the title of this post, in case you don't recognize it, is a line from "New York, New York (It's a Helluva Town)" by Betty Comdon, Adolph Greene and Leonard Bernstein.
I walked over to 18th St. & 9th Ave. today after work, from 30th & Park Ave. South, taking pictures as I went. It was a lovely sunny day and I found myself getting all nostalgic over in Chelsea about my shrink's old neighborhood, London Terrace, which I've adored since I first saw it. It's always reminded me of both London and Bath, even more so when I'd fairly recently been in both cities, back in the 80s.
That was actually long before I started seeing my shrink, Christine, who had an office in one of the buildings (she's now in Ireland, lucky her). I'm not sure whether I was feeling nostalgic for that relationship, or just for the weekly trips to a part of town I really like. Probably a little of both, considering that I'm saying a final good-bye to Mom soon, and Christine was the catalyst of a lot of change in my relationship with her. I'm sure that must have been part of what was on my mind to make we walk over that way. I actually walked a block too far west past the entrance to Christine's old office just to walk by London Terrace again. Christine was a lot less mother-figure than big sister. One of the reasons I liked her so much was that she reminded me of my old roommate, Cathy: funny, incredibly smart, wise, practical, artistic.
The walk was really lovely tonight and all the endorphins left me feeling really good and in a great mood. After seeing the doctor for a checkup and refill, I discovered I've lost about 15 lbs. in the last couple of months, without a whole lot of change in my eating or exercise habits, just some tweaking and portion control. Heh. That makes me feel a little smug. Bugger Atkins.
And now I'm pooped from that long walk. Off to bed.
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