It rained,
then snowed today, but I had a date with my daughter to see Black Panther at the Alamo Drafthouse in
Brooklyn. So I put on my boots, got my walking sticks, and set out into the
weather.
There was
just a bit of slush in upper Manhattan, but when I got out of the subway in
Brooklyn, the snow was coming down at a 45-degree angle. Not nice. I’d never
been to the Alamo, so when I turned away from the driving snow, that turned out
to be the wrong direction. I had to ask three people before I got to the
theater, just in time to see all the trailers.
(If you
haven’t seen Black Panther yet, do
not hesitate. It is highly entertaining, and has a social justice, and
feminist, message among the superhero exploits.)
After the
movie my daughter set off to see another film with her husband, while I tried
to find my way to a different subway than the one I’d arrived on. I’d looked at
my Google Maps and thought I knew where to go, but once on the street, the
streets didn’t accord with the map. And there was slush and snow everywhere, and growing pools of melted snow at the intersections. I
stopped in a Century 21 to consult my phone, asked a man on the street, went in
the direction he pointed me in, and ended up in a McDonald’s to consult my
phone yet again. Asked a woman on the street, and she pointed me in what turned
out to be the right direction. It wasn’t the stop I’d been aiming for, but it
was the right train.
I want to
add that without my walking sticks, I would have been slipping and sliding, and
possibly falling. They helped keep me steady, and I strongly recommend them.
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participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two
Writing Teachers. This is day 7 of the 31-day
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