28 Jun DAY THREE

Today was a reality check. It was a typical Monday morning with leftover client work from home to complete, a conference call to make and some billing to send out. My equipment was not cooperating with me. The software I use every day of my life decided to crash. The backup drive I’d brought from home mysteriously had not recorded any work I’d done last week (I now remember unplugging it to plug in one of the kids’ devices). I quickly called my dear friend Jane, a fellow designer, who ran over to my house in Atlanta and revised a job for me. Her husband suggested I download GoToMyPC and do remote access which Jim installed for me (angels lookin’ over this fool).

Got all that done, then ventured out to meet a childhood friend who is in town. She gave me clear instructions on how to get to my nearby subway station but I never did find it.

The subways and I are going to have to come to terms. I have always had a terrible sense of direction, I admit it. But they make them impossible to understand by using colors, numerals and the alphabet to identify the different lines. Why can’t they stick to just numerals? And I wish they’d quit telling you to exit EAST instead of RIGHT. I come out of that subway hole and have no clue which way is east or west. { I pulled on my Girl Scout knowledge today and looked for the sun. But it was high noon and it was no help at all }

I got to the restaurant in the Upper West Side just in time to meet Pam and Ray. We had a late lunch at a quaint little place in the Upper West Side called Isabella’s. Pam and I had not seen each other but probably ten times in the 40 years since we graduated – but we picked right up right where we left off. That’s the mark of a good friend.

This young pianist is 6 years old!

After lunch I ventured about 12 blocks down to the Apple Store where I took a class on managing photos. From there I walked over to Lincoln Center where I watched a 6-year-old little girl crawl up to a brightly painted piano and play the most beautiful music you’ve ever heard. It stopped people in their tracks! (from what I could tell, that piano is available to anyone who wants to come and play at Lincoln Center. “I performed at Lincoln Center” LOL). I have since learned that this piano was provided by an organization called Sing For Hope. Read about it . . . it’s an amazing program where they put pianos in different locations around the city for people to play. LOVE this idea.

This little girl’s talent caught us all by surprise!

Finally got home around 6:30. Did some chores around here and worked on the computer. Although it started out as a very challenging day, I look back on it and just smile. Even a hard day in New York is fun.