How to buy circus tickets

I took myself all the way up to Madison Square Garden to buy tickets to the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus which we will attend on the evening of Easter Sunday.  I like to look at the map of the seats because I like to try and get seats on the front track.

I recommend going ahead of time to pick up any tickets for an event at Madison Square Garden.  The WILL CALL set up is a mess and I have seen families come into their seats 45 minutes after the show started because it takes so long to wait in line to pick up tickets and then another long time to wait for bags to be searched and another long time after the tickets have been scanned and still more time to go up all the stairs and through the concrete corridors before arriving in the right section.

I hate Madison Square Garden.

After the show the escalators are always turned off.  It feels like a fire drill.  It makes me think of–what if a fire.

I am uneasy in that building.

I wish the old Penn Station, the beautiful one I never saw, had never been torn down in the name of Urban Renewal.

But we go to see the circus every year.

Healthcare Reform Bill as a Blessing

After an afternoon at the laundromat, I gathered up some Girl Scout Cookies and took the subway to pick up My Kid from school and take her to The Husband’s office at Rockefeller Center.

While The Husband and My Kid delivered the cookies to various co-workers I checked out the shelf of free books and found several of mild interest.

One book, The Gentle Art of Blessing, originally published in France as; Vivre sa spiritualite au quotidien, by Pierre Pradervand, caught my eye.

As I read through his list for “blessing as a spiritual practice” I thought of the signing of the healthcare reform bill I watched on TV earlier in the day and I thought of Barack Obama, and Nancy Pelosi and Ted Kennedy and all the others who held on and didn’t fall prey to cynicism and were able to maintain their own stamina in order to be to hammer away at the issue of health care reform and vote the way they did in this political climate.  The legislation isn’t perfect, of course.  Like buying a house, or renting an apartment, what one can afford and what is available is reality and then the compromises begin.  The list of wants, which for me include built in bookshelves, wrap around porches and working fireplaces and a turret get smaller and smaller until finally most are abandoned.  In New York City, even more; washer/dryer, entryway, coat closet, kitchen as a separate room, the belief that these are necessities are abandoned.

Still there is the feeling of success when an acceptable home is found.  The passage of the healthcare bill was exciting like that.  The bill, like most available real estate “needs work”.  But we are glad to have it nevertheless.  I wonder if any of those Members of Congress who finally voted for the passage of this healthcare reform bill had specific people in their minds that they wished to bless with this piece of legislation and that is what kept them going in the face of the current political climate.  I imagine, in order to vote for this bill, some of them must have held in their hearts a few thoughts that may have been like this:

The Practice of Blessing by Pierre Pradervand

* On awakening, bless this day, for it is already full of unseen good which your blessings will call forth, for to bless is to acknowledge the unlimited good that is embedded in the texture of the universe and awaiting each and all.

*On passing people in the street, on the bus, in places of work and play, bless them.  The peace of your blessing will accompany them on their way, and its aura will be a light on their path.

*On meeting people and talking to them, bless them in their health, their work, their joy, their relationship to the universe, themselves, and others.  Bless them in their abundance and their finances, bless them in every conceivable way, for such blessings not only sow seeds of healing but one day will spring forth as flowers in the waste places of your own life.

*As you walk, bless the city in which you live, its government and teachers, its nurses and street sweepers, its children and bankers, its priests and prostitutes.  The minute anyone expresses the least aggression or unkindness to you, respond with a blessing.  Bless them totally, sincerely, joyfully–for such blessings are a shield that protects them from the ignorance of their misdeed and deflects the arrow that was aimed at you.

*To bless means to wish, unconditionally and from the deepest chamber of your heart, unrestricted good for others and events; it means to hallow, to hold in reverence, to behold with awe that which is always a gift from the Creator.  he who is hallowed by your blessing is set aside, consecrated, holy, whole.  To bless is to invoke the divine care upon, to speak or think gratefully for, to confer happiness upon, although we ourselves are never the bestower but simply the joyful witnesses of life’s abundance.

*To bless all without distinction is the ultimate form of giving, because those you bless will never know from whence came the sudden ray that burst through the clouds of their skies, and you will rarely be a witness to the sunlight in their lives.

*When something goes completely askew in your day, when some unexpected event upsets your plans–and upsets you–burst into blessing.  For life is teaching you a lesson, and the very event you believe to be unwanted, you yourself called forth, so as to learn the lesson you might balk against were you not to bless it.  Trials are blessings in disguise, and hosts of angels follow in their path.

*To bless is to acknowledge the omnipresent, universal beauty hidden from material eyes, it is to activate that law of attraction which, from the furthest reaches of the universe, will bring into your life exactly what you need to experience and enjoy.

*When you pass a prison, mentally bless its inmates in their innocence and freedom, their gentleness, pure essence, and unconditional forgiveness, for one can only be a prisoner of one’s self-image, and a free man can walk unshackled in jail, just as citizens of a free country may be prisoners of the fear lurking within their thoughts.

*When you pass a hospital, bless its patients in their present wholeness, for even in their suffering, their wholeness awaits discovery within them.  When your eyes behold a man in tears seemingly broken by life, bless him in his vitality and joy, for the material senses present but the inverted image of the ultimate splendor and perfection that only the inner eye beholds.

*It is impossible to bless and judge at the same time.  So hold constantly as a deep, hallowed, intoned thought the desire to bless, for truly then shall you become a peacemaker, and one day you shall behold, everywhere, the very face of God.

*P.S.  And of course, above all, do not forget to bless the utterly beautiful person you are.


Watching The President Sign the Healthcare Bill With Tears in My Eyes *

President Obama signed the healthcare reform bill today.  I watched it on CNN.  It’s powerful, emotional and deeply meaningful to me even though I am not in the midst of a health care induced financial crisis.

And yet…

I have made decisions in my life that dismissed and diluted my creative work because I thought it was more important for me to spend my life force contorting myself into the kind of person who could work quietly, efficiently and productively in a large business office.  I wanted to be the kind of person who deserved health care insurance more than I wanted to generate my own work.

And…

That whole not trying for a second kid for multiple reasons… But at one point, one of those reasons was a very real fear of giving birth in a hospital while between jobs and therefore without insurance.  We have friends who did this and they did have to declare bankruptcy and their marriage did end in divorce.

*caveat: I sent a version of this to NYCMOMS blog which means it’s actually and original post for them.  Can’t sort it out now, time for after school after test prep pick up followed by; Delivery of the Girl Scout Cookies to Daddy’s Office in The City!

Wednesday Matinee

So I took myself to see a matinee on Broadway, something I think I can do just any old time because I live in New York, but of course I can’t because I do my day to day living in New York.

So, since this was likely to be my last free Wednesday afternoon, because now that the Citywide FIRST Lego League Championship is over, that particular after school program will go down to once a week and that once a week is most likely to be Thursday.  This was my daughters 3rd year on her elementary school’s FLL team.  Every year I tell myself; after tourist season I will take myself on up to Times Square of a Wednesday afternoon and get myself a half-price ticket to a Broadway show.  Every year I put it off week after week until I realize that this may be my very last Wednesday chance and then I do it, just the once.  Even at half price the tickets are expensive and even if it’s just one afternoon there are lots of other things I could or should do with my Wednesday afternoons.

Last year, on my last “free” Wednesday afternoon, after meeting my husband for lunch in mid-town I took myself the two blocks to Times Square and got a ticket to the play Angela Lansbury was in at a theatre so close it could be seen from TKTS booth which was an important consideration, since it was already 1:55 pm.  This year I did essentially the same thing, again choosing the show with Angela Lansbury in it;  A Little Night Music also starring Catherine Zeta-Jones.  Leigh Ann Larkin (who played “Dainty June” in Gypsy) was also in it.  She go to sing “The Miller’s Son”.  Her “Petra” was a continuation of the same story of the young woman she played in Gypsy, who must acquiesce like a child in her day to day work, as a Vaudeville  performer or as a ladies maid, when she is in reality a woman of passion and substance.  That could be an interesting piece…

Several of the singers had colds.  So does everyone else in New York City.  I still enjoyed their performances.

But, what I really left the theatre with was Stephen Sondheim’s music and the story.  I don’t know how much of what I saw and continue to think about was Sondheim and how much was the original inspiration for the musical, Ingmar Bergman’s 1955 film Smiles of a Summer Night.  (I’ll put it into my Netflix queue and find out.)

So…

Cirque du Soleil’s Banana Shpeel has again delayed its first performance at New York’s Beacon Theatre. The new vaudeville show, which had already postponed its start date from February 25 to March 17, will now begin performances on April 29.  In the bar after the New York Downtown Clown Revue on Monday night, I was talking to another clown who was saying there had been a big audition for the show recently.  The new opening night is six weeks away, that’s a whole rehearsal process.  I wonder if they are starting over from scratch.  I wonder if (as opposed to Bergman and Sondheim) they put the cart before the horse and tried to put up a show before they had a story.

Saint Patrick’s Day

I didn’t do anything Irish and green even though I am.

At the STRAND bookstore in Union Square I bought “Wake Up” by Catholic/Buddhist Jack Kerouac and a book on writing by Joyce Carol Oates, also raised Catholic.

Because it might be the last Wednesday I don’t have to pick up My Kid until 5:30, I felt inclined to see a Broadway matinee because I could and maybe next week I cannot.

I saw Stephen Sondheim’s A Little Night Music with Catherine Zeta Jones and Angela Langsbury.  I saw a summer stock production of the musical when I was in high school.  Apparently I missed a lot when I saw it before.

A relative e-mailed me a St. Patrick’s Day prayer that mentioned God 8 times and Christ 15 times.

I was raised Catholic.

In my absence

The Husband didn’t put My Kid to bed on time.  She was still awake when I got home after the show and post show socializing late last night.  Needless to say, this mornings get-up-get-ready-get-out-the-door routine was fraught.

Yeah Me!

SUCCESS!!! 🙂

When will I learn that the less I do the funnier I am?

…the less I TRY…

So many people, that I know, came up to me afterwards and told me they didn’t recognize me until at least halfway through the show.

Strangers complimented me on staying in that particular character through out the whole show.

I had such a clear idea of what I wanted to do right down to the acrylic glue-on nails and I stuck to my vision until I got all the pieces together.

New York City FIRST LEGO League Championship, a very long day…

3:45 am.  The first time I woke up in the night afraid that we had overslept.

6:00 am the alarm went off.  It felt like 5:00 am because it would have been 5:00 am if this were not the designated “spring forward” Daylight Savings Time.

Shower.  Dress.  Consume instant coffee.  Make banana smoothie for breakfast and sack lunch for My Kid.

7:00 am (which really feels like because yesterday it would have been 6:00 am) our family of 3 leaves the apartment and walks to nearest subway station.

No one riding the train at this hour is wearing high heels or fashionable clothing.

One woman in a uniform of manual labor rants at the stop and starting of the train accusing the driver of “smoking crack”.

It’s really early in the morning.

Pennsylvania Station.

Jacob Javits Convention Center.

First Lego League.

City wide robotics tournament.

8:00 am teams go to their assigned “pit” location.

8:30 am my kid is ready to got with the others to give their presentation on subway track fire prevention to the judges.

Sitting,

Walking,

Talking to other parents,

Attempting to read the Sunday Times,

Gathering to watch the two and a half minute robot competitions,

Five times.

The cavernous grey concrete convention center has terrible acoustics and fewer food choices than a 7-11 convenience store.

At the end of the day, due to snafu, My Kid’s team leaves the convention center without participation medals

The low point of the day.

On the way to dinner, two fruitless quick searches through stores looking for a particular item for a clown character.

Korean dumplings on 32nd Street, Mandoo Bar.

The world is looking up.

Home for homework.

Hannah Montana

Please can we please go to bed?