Home Again, home again

This is the view from Donald's bedroom in Manhattan (looking east from Amsterdam). Notice the twin towers of the San Remo apartment building (where Stephen Sondheim lived as a boy) on the right, and just to the left of center, the plant leaf seems to point to the tower of the Carlyle Hotel. On the extreme left you see one of the turrets of the Natural History Museum.

This was one of my most enjoyable visits to New York ever. It was without a doubt the spendiest, between my shopping for clothes in the meatpacking district and having dinner at Jean-Georges (where my niece Alison and I were both cruised by Martha Stewart), and flying first class on Virgin America. However, I didn't do my usual theater-going marathon. The trip was planned around the date of the 80th birthday concert for Sondheim (it was great!), but I didn't have advance tickets for anything else. Near the end of the week, Donald and I decided to use some of the discount coupons he gets by belonging to the Theater Development Fund for tickets to "Next Fall" and "A Behanding in Spokane". We quite enjoyed both plays.

A great discovery this trip was a new gelato store in Donald's neighborhood: Grom. It was as good as any gelato I had in Italy and I tried to eat it at every opportunity.

With all the nice weather, we did a lot of walking and I think I might have lost a little weight despite the gelato and the expensive French food. Guess I'll have to eat a lot of lunches out to gain those pounds back. No problem.

I came home to annoyed, but affectionate cats, and a big pile of mail.

Tomorrow I go to the radiation oncologist again for a pre-radiation CT scan and to get tattooed (just little pin dots) so they know how to position the radiation beamer thingy when I go for treatments, which I assume will commence next week.