Take a look at an amazing bird’s eye view of Long Island, NY’s Jones Beach. If you look closely you can see the turnaround at the water tower. Just before taking this photo I was able to see my favorite beach, Pt. Lookout and the Loop Parkway leading to it.
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Fun With Hurricane Irene
We survived Hurricane Irene. Without power all day, we listened to our radio and looked out the window at the crazy weather.
We watched as one neighbor couldn’t wait for the hurricane to be over to start removing the small tree that fell on his front yard. A little while later an ambulance pulled up and he went inside to have his vitals monitored.
What’s with men and wild weather that they can’t wait to get moving and doing? Even The Mr. was itching to get out to his business to look around. They don’t care what’s going on outside. Men are just plain crazy.
These trees fell around the corner from our house. Thankfully, all we had to do was clean up some branches, leaves and repair our fence. The electricity came on at 9PM. Minutes later we heard an explosion and saw the street lamps go out, along with our neighbors’ lights across the street.
So, earthquake and now a hurricane. All we’re missing is a volcano. That’ll happen next week, I’m sure.
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At Pt. Lookout Beach
Thoughts on Shopping on Thursday
Finally I believe that my shopping for the holiday is done. There are a few more errands to mark off my to-do list, but basically I am finished. Yes, checked the list twice. If I forgot anything there will be trouble!
While at the mall this week, I was stopped by a number of merchants hawking their goods from these small kiosks that pop up this time of year. New Yorker that I am, I was able to deflect most and keep my eye on the tiger. But this one guy had a good move and some how he was buffing my nails! He was selling Dead Sea Salt facial scrubs and his accent said Israeli. And he’s buffing my nails! Oh brother!
He told me his name , but who remembers? He asked my name, my nationality, and my age. Whoa, hold on there mister! All the while buffing my nails, and pitching his wares. I mean really pushing me to buy his facial scrub stuff, discounts and all, but I refused. When I told him my age he eyeballed me intently and said “No way!” He turned to his co-worker and asked her to guess my age. Give me break people. Are they all in on the action or what? Well, this girl guessed a good 15 years younger than I really am and says No way, too.
Ok, fine! So the young guy buffing my nails stops, looks me in the eyes and says,”You know something? You are a gorgeous lady and you look a million bucks. But your nails look 50 cents.”
And with that I said thank you and was gone. Oh geez!