…with a side of New York snow.

Anthony is giving my Main Man some cause for concern..The Met Office boffins have issued this


While over on the Dark Side, folks are hunkering down for Bianca.(Good luck, Archie!)


See? Sandwich. Note to the Sky Fairy/Ceiling Cat…wasn’t the *%#ing rain enough?

What can I say? Oh! C’mon, people! I don’t get much practice at this in the Tropic of Capricorn! Maybe I should go back to the Met. and have a really good look at the Degas…

I’m rather enjoying the snow. Well, some aspects of it. There is a certain beautifying quality, a rendering of all things to the same level.

Of course, when “that level” is upwards of three feet deep and between you and your pay cheque…yes, I can see that the gloss would be minimal.

Still, some of us know how to have fun…

…a variation on the fairground coconut shies. “Aim for the baby buggy, Willie!” This is what my street was like the day before the latest snowstorm!





Yes, I can see that the gloss may tarnish!

I’m drawn to oddities. Particularly  gaffs in advertising and journalism. There’s a company here (maybe it’s a national enterprise) that sells and delivers cleaning products. They have banner-ads on subway trains. One caught my imagination: floor wax to brazilian wax… we have it.

Surely, not the same product? 


Look  for their ads…


And don’t slip on that wax!




Yes, I class myself in the category of “vertically challenged.” And I’m a nervous nellie when it comes to heights so changing  a simple light bulb is a major chore. But at least I’m not dragged, at the end of a leash ( albeit a very swish, diamante-collared leash) through snow banks.

The pooch was wearing doggie boots. The uncaring “rich bitch” at the other end of the leash was dragging the poor little bugger.

Wait! Perhaps I’m being unfair…maybe the dog was not being dragged by a rich bitch. Maybe, but this was Fifth Avenue…

Another fall of snow the other night. This time New York was prepared, they said.And published pictures of great fleets of snow-clearing machines. But the karma or witchery of Yours Truly prevented a repeat of the Christmas blizzard. See? I can do other things, even if  light bulbs are beyond me!

The first gentle flakes, soft as down…

Some of the streets are still icy, where snow has frozen, making for novel skating manouevres from several pedestrians. I am stepping carefully.

The other day I saw a lady with a muff. Oh! Stop it! This is what I mean…

I didn’t think people still used muffs.


Please see the link posted by Ryan in comments. And thankyou, Ryan, for this.

No, not New York weather.

Jumping back to Australia…I’ve just had an email from The Man who tells me the army flew a Hercules into our town yesterday, with supplies.

That’s a mighty big plane ! And the city of Rockhampton, some 300kms south, is cut off, north and south. Many others have been evacuated, some will be as flood waters surge through.

It’s happened before and will happen again. But that casual, shrugged-off statement does not make it any easier for the folks who have to go through it.

So, thanks, guys, for all your concern about me in the NY snow. But, really, it’s the poor, soggy ones over there who need the kind words.

Back to Brooklyn!

The last of the snow outside my terrace door froze last night, leaving a couple of big, sold lumps. But I found the parsley! YAY!

Coming home the other day I saw this on my street. Not quite sure what it was going to do, since the road was clear and it was a tad too big for the sidewalk.

But what an effective toy!

Some of you have asked where I’m staying. Just off Atlantic Avenue, in Cobble Hill.

I might have mentioned that I’m a life-long fan of this guy

Oh, yes. Dinah goes weak at the knees for Ol’ Blue Eyes. So she was happy to hear his recording of “New York” playing softly over the aircraft sound system the other night when we landed. But it was “looped” and after 8 renditions, I lost count…

Short post…I have lots to do! Maybe I’ll see you around…



(That’s the Very Polite version of the “interesting” flight from Korea to New York.)

Just in case any of you didn’t know…on the day I was due to fly in, the worst blizzard in years hit this city.

But it’s difficult to keep this tough old bird down and I did make it to the Big Apple, on one of the last three planes to land before the entire airport shut down.

Of course,  the drama really began in Australia – with a cyclone! Luckily for me, it was ‘way up north so we had no damage in Mackay.  But the intense low pressure system that it became added more water to already flooded areas. Many towns have been evacuated, many homes lost and many people ruined. May all those people have a truly Good New Year.

So, I arrived in rainy Brisbane, queued for a cab and…got driver who took a wrong turn.Twice!

Back to the airport with the Flatulent Sparrows and on to Korea where I had a short wait for my NY connection.

some Korean snow, just to get me in the mood.No Glenn Miller

Checked-in, boarded and seat-belted…we got an announcement from our captain… due to heavy snow at JFK airport, we would not be able to take off on time.

Well, we had a few repeats of this announcement…then we were told we’d have to refuel ( we’d been guzzling our av-gas just keeping our plane warm and lighted.)

Next announcement…snow had been mostly cleared from JFK and we would be leaving once we’d been de-iced. So, off we trundled to the de-icing field where a huge machine with a kind of cherry-picker attachment squirted steamy stuff all over our ‘plane.

Then an announcement that we were waiting for the final all-clear from JFK.

By this time I was seriously worried that the rumbling from my stomach might be mistaken for a mechanical failure. Bloody hell! I was hungry!

But the engines roared and off we went.

The next bit is boring.

My first sight of New York as the ‘plane circled was pure magic! Golden and white for miles. As we dropped lower I could make out a few coloured lights here and there, then identify freeways and streets. B ut almost no moving lights!

Oh-oh …We circled low and wide over Brooklyn and I could see “my” block!

Once on the ground we just sat there. And sat there. Eventually we were told to go and stand in the corner park behind some big hangar-thingy. For ages. I saw a 747 with icicles about a metre long hanging from its nose. I guess it must have been very,very naughty waiting a long time.

But at last we were directed to a parking bay, with much cheering and clapping from passengers.

And then the fun started…maths was never my strong point so you figure out for yourselves how many people would have been in the arrivals  area from THREE big jets. And only two officers in the immigration line.

Word was filtering through that nothing was running , either on the streets or subways, as people with cell phones contacted their families.

Through immigration and on to Baggage Claim. Are we having fun yet? A baggage conveyor broke down. Our baggage conveyor. Thousands of bags and boxes were stuck in the bowels of the monster. And there was no maintenance crew.

The Customs Officers just wanted to go home, too. And at 2 am, that’s what they did. Yep! They took our declaration of good intent as stated on our cards and wished us “happy holidays” and told us to bugg come back tomorrow for our bags.

Upstairs, a throng of meet-and-greet people, holding signs (mainly written in Chinese and Arabic) and, ta-daaa! one woman with a sign reading ”


Melanie, another cyber-friend, was waiting to take me home to her place in the Bronx.

I’ll spare you much more than to say we were dug out of a snow drift by a wonderful chap who had a shovel in his car. A Jamaican to boot!

Snow-schmo! I was in New York an’ lovin’ it, baby!


to be continued…