A few days ago, I wrote a post which included the late Gilda Radner, her character Rosanne Rosannadanna, and Rosanne Rosannadanna’s closing shot, “It’s always something!”
My intent today is to show you some more photos from my weekend trip to NYC with my friend Jeanette, now that I’m back home in Boston.
I think “It’s always some thing!” is an excellent title for today’s post. Why? It lets me include whatever the hell I want to, people!
Shall we begin?
It’s always some thing
(in NYC and elsewhere)
by Ann
On Friday, soon after I realized I had done this ridiculous thing of leaving my walking shoes at work (see yesterday’s post for more about that), I was standing on the platform waiting for the train to take me to NYC. Somebody, who was also waiting for that train, told me she was worried about what she was wearing, too. She thought she was going to be too cold, at some parts of the weekend, in the coat she had on. I replied that the advent of spring, while wonderful, makes it difficult to choose and wear the correct items, in order to be comfortable all day. I also told her about my shoe dilemma. She suggested that her comfortable Skecher shoes
were some things I might consider purchasing, after I got to NYC.
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It’s Jeanette, in our hotel room! Some things I want to point out in that photo:
The blue book on the side table is “You Are Here,” written by Chris Delyani, one of my students from Boston University in the ’80s. I like to brag about this (and have before, here) because I think Chris, as a writer, is something special.
Jeanette, because she is brilliant as well as beautiful, was able to upgrade our hotel room, at the last minute, to an incredibly swanky and cool place, on Wall Street, for an amazingly low price.
Some things that demonstrate the swankiness and coolness of that hotel room (I hope):
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I’m including those last two photos because (1) I love showers and (2) historically (see this post, plus a great comment there from annabellefranklinauthor), I have trouble figuring out new ones. Sure enough, it took me a while to decipher the two shower dials and I got a face full of water when I was least expecting it. Nevertheless, that shower was really something else (including the mood lighting in there).
Some more things that caught my eye, during the rest of the weekend:
Look at the time! I need to end this post and leave for work, very soon.
It’s always something.
One more image from NYC, before I go. One reason I chose the original name of this blog — “The Year of Living Non-Judgmentally” — back in December 2012, was because it reminded of this 1982 movie:
Here’s my last photo today, live from New York (actually taken on Saturday night):
Thanks to Gilda Radner, Jeanette, Chris (and all my other students, past and present), Annabelle Franklin, all things and people in NYC, and to you — of course! — for visiting today.
When I think of responding back to somebody’s comment on a post of mine, I can hear, in my head, the voice of Gilda Radner, playing news correspondent Roseanne Rosannadanna on Saturday Night Live in the 1970s.
Rosanne Rosannadanna would introduce her segment on “Weekend Update” like so:
“A Mr. Richard Feder, from Fort Lee, New Jersey, writes in and says…”
and then she would read the letter and answer it, digressing all the way.
For example, here’s the beginning of her answer to Mr. Feder’s letter about smoking cessation:
Here (Internet Access willing) is that entire routine, thanks to Yahoo:
Why do I hear Roseanne Rosannadanna in my head, when I think of responding back to somebody’s comment here? Perhaps, because
Gilda Radner was wonderful,
I watched Saturday Night Live, in the 1970s, every Saturday night, and
I join with her, in the joys of digressing.
Where was I?
Oh, yes!
A Sitting On My Own Sofa, from WordPress,1 writes in and says2 …
Will I ever be brave enough to wander into a room full of (my) doctors and snap their photos? I doubt it … but if I ever do gain the courage, I hope that I also gain that quality that you have that makes everyone adore you while you do it.
Now, just to warn my readers, I do not do celebrity impressions. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I do one.3 But that’s it.
Therefore, I will answer this comment, as me:
Sitting On My Own Sofa, thank you for writing this. While I respectfully submit that you are doing some mind reading and overgeneralization here, this comment has stuck to me, in a very helpful way. It has helped me see the positive in people’s responses to me. That has been pure gold, especially when I am projecting my own critical thoughts and fears onto them.
See! That doesn’t sound like Rosesanne Rosannadanna, at all! I’m wondering, right now: What about my readers who were expecting more from this post, regarding Gilda Radner or any of her wonderful characters?
It just goes to show you … it’s always something!
Thanks to Wikipedia for the link and the image, to Gilda Radner, to Roseanne Rosannadanna, to Mr. Richard Feder (and anybody else from New Jersey), to Sitting On My Own Sofa, and to you — of course! — for making an appearance, today.
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1 Which includes Fort Lee, New Jersey, among other places.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 