Work

To my great delight, the other day I walked outside to discover

a work crew replacing the totally bashed in concrete surround of one of the three tree pits in front of our building - the tree pits I grow flowers in in the summer. This is thrilling in a very small way. 

At Chelsea Market, at Dickson's the real butcher, you can watch how meat is carved from animal carcasses. Just look at the amount of fat on the one on the left.  Not for the squeamish perhaps - but then the squeamish probably shouldn't be eating meat...just a thought!

And on to the High Line where absurd amounts of construction are going on. Here we gaze into the depths of what will be a foundation - a good 50ft below ground level.

Here we look over the backs of the trains that go in and out of Penn Station - The Empire State Building in the distance.

Lots and lots of men at work

and more men with hard hats hard at work.

I'm happy to say that I don't really work much, though one day a week I get up early and go out to look after my granddaughters.

I head home in the late afternoon...