What was I thinking?
It’s so easy to complain about winter. But at least the city provides so much in the way of distraction, if only you can brave the cold. It’s easier to grab the subway, or in our case, walk across the street to the Brooklyn Museum, than it is to dig out the car and brave the black ice on country roads to attend an art show or even a movie. I miss watching the changing shadows of light on the frozen river, the pink moments of dawn and dusk and the antics of wintering eagles from my green couch by the fireplace. But I have taken everyone I could wrangle to see the Jean-Paul Gaultier show at the Brooklyn Museum. And we have taken in more ballet this season than most, enjoying the new programs at New York City Ballet that are geared to bringing in younger audiences (which we are not) and the public art and lower prices that accompany them.
Still, maybe next year I will remember to book a warm-weather winter vacation in February.