"Everything must go, even my dog Toto.  And my ex wife, too!"

I was walking down 125th street, past  these two trying to entice people to go into their store that had a sale.  When the man on the right mentioned his dog Toto and ex wife, I burst out laughing and backtracked to take their photo.   I’m sure they were able to get a lot of people to stop by their store that day.

Paz

 Walking with Elizabeth the other day in Chelsea, we spotted these nuns heading our way.  The wrapped flowers they carried looked as big as them, if not bigger.  When they reached us, we spoke to them.  One of the nuns told us that the flowers were for decoration for a special celebration they were having.  She told us the name of the celebration, but I don’t remember.   As Nun #1 continued to converse with us, Nun #2 must have been tired or bored because she took off and walked away.  Nun #1 finally said goodbye to us and sprinted after her sister.   I guess it’s a good thing she was wearing her sneakers.   I noticed that she caught up with Nun #2 with no problem.  Perhaps, I should look for the same kind of sneakers for myself.

Paz

This woman crossing the street with her Christmas tree caught my eye.  She had a nice firm grip on her tree and walked very fast.   I like the size of her tree.  Not too big and not too small.  Just the right size that she can pick it up with ease and walk home with it.

I’d love to see how she decorated her tree.  I’m sure it looks nice.  I haven’t decorated a Christmas tree in a few years.   This year, I had some energy and time to do so.  The lights have a stupid music box, which turns on immediately when you plug the lights on.  I cut one of the wires, hoping it was the one that controlled the music, but when I did that, the music AND the lights stopped working.  Oh well, depending on what others at home want, I may have to buy new lights to decorate the tree.  Frankly, I’m okay without the lights.

Paz

Ed. Note:  I’m sure it goes without saying:  Please don’t tell my family members that I cut the wire to the Christmas tree lights.  I simply told them the lights aren’t working.  What?  I just didn’t tell them the reason the lights are not working.   And yes, Mari, I’d better not get a job as a bomb disarmer.  Obviously, I’d cut the wrong wire.   *sigh*

Reading in the park, in lower Manhattan, on another nice autumn day

Of course, there are pigeons close by looking for food.

He is totally engrossed in his paper — The Village Voice. 

This lady walking her two dogs was stretched in two different directions, since each dog wanted to do something different.

Paz