Boxes

above: the 2nd "bedroom"...below, our hallway stairs...

above: apartment building facade as seen from our window in the 2nd bedroom...below: boxes
below: an orange wall that will have to be painted its original white.
Well, here we are, our last weekend in our first New York City apartment. Friday night we saw the Cure at Madison Square Garden after eating Korean and Japanese at a nifty Korean restaurant on W. 32nd and Broadway. The show was pretty good - they're mellow, much of their work, anyway, so it's not like a fist-pumping adventure the way REM was or, say, the Raconteurs or White Stripes. And to be in a huge arena with nothing but Robert Smith's painfully sad voice was pretty incredible. I recognized 95 percent of the show, with the exception of a few new tunes. We've wrapped up our vintage concert tour now (the Breeders, REM and the Cure, all in one month!) and Saturday morning decided to focus on the task at hand: packing. The motivation lasted up until about 1 or so, primarily because the weather was unbelievable and how could we pass up taking the Nikon on a big sunny date to the West Side? So, we headed out around 2. The walk was nice. It's amazing that it only takes something like 20 minutes to cross the Park on foot. We ate beautiful chicken salads (Craig's was filled with fruits - strawberries, green apple slices, grapefruit, grapes, orange slices, while mine had avocado, tomatoes, and bleu cheese) but were still hungry, so we stopped at a Japanese place for sake, Sapporo and spicy tuna roll. I laughed and pointed out to Craig that a couple of friends of ours from Indiana might get a kick out of us stopping for sushi on a bar crawl versus, say, Buffalo wings. Craig said that it was a very "Craig and Kristi thing to do". Then we found another bar with outdoor seating and planned to have one beer there, only, we wound up talking to some people at a table next to us and became friends instantly. So, instead of hopping around, we hung out with them the rest of the day and into the night. It was fun, and it's always interesting to find out how small NYC is (Corey, one of the people, lives with his wife on 94th and 3rd, which makes us neighbors!) But today it was back to business. We've gotten quite a bit done, about as much as we feel we can do because we have one more week to live here. We don't want to render ourselves or our place unliveable, obviously. So we organized, built boxes, packed, then broke for burgers at Genesis, and Craig headed to Ace for cleaning supplies and I am happily taking the night off from cooking, tonight. That's interesting to me because this marks the last week that I actually have a very operative kitchen in which to cook - our new one is practically impossible although I intend to make a point to Craig, who worries about its miniature size, by cooking as much there as I do here, hey, if not more!...so anyway, I would think I'd soak up this last week of kitchen time, but in actuality, today I want to tackle the bedroom. Oh, the dreaded bedroom. There is stuff hiding in there in ways I did not know were possible. Underneath the bed, in particular, warrants some serious devotion. I have things shoved under there from two years ago that have not budged from when we initially moved in here - what am I keeping that is that important?? So, I spent some more time with the Nikon today and with posting, but the remainder of Sunday must yield productivity in the realm of organization. We're excited to land in a new home. It will be so brand new yet with all the comforts of home (meaning, the neighborhood amenities we've so grown to love).