New York City real estate…aah, the choices we make. If I could wave a fairy wand, we would live in a glorious architectural gem on New York’s Upper West Side. But since fairy wands were on back-order when we moved to the city, the only part of the wish that was granted was that we found an apartment on the Upper West Side. Our building is nothing to look at; however, since we live in it, we don’t have to look at it.
Fortunately, our view is actually quite pleasant. The first year I delighted in pretending that we lived across from a Swiss chalet – not such a stretch when the weather was doing this.
I’m pretty sure that if Benjamin Franklin had been a New Yorker he would have said “In this world, nothing can be said to be certain, except death, taxes and CONSTRUCTION.” As it happened, just a short time after we moved here, up went scaffolding and a shroud and away went our view.
I suppose you’re thinking “She must not have anything to write about!” (only partly true) but after a year of nothing progressing except the gradual darkening of the once white shroud, work finally began this past spring and concluded this week.
Like the unwrapping of a giant gift, the shroud and scaffolding started to come down two days ago…
And I’ve been enjoying the progress (not to mention that I like the white paint and spiffy copper drain pipes!)
It’s slow going (that’s a lot of scaffolding), but the workers seem pretty tireless and fearless. From my vantage point they look like ants…
(And in case you’re searching for a good model of camera, here’s what the zoom on my Panasonic Lumix can do!)