I watched the People's Choice Awards, too. I was a bit disappointed that Neil Patrick Harris won the best actor in a comedy over Jim Parsons. I really like NPH and think he has talents beyond HIMYM. But I thought it would be great if Parsons snagged this one. The awards show itself didn't rock my world. Queen Latifah, someone I often enjoy watching, was getting on my nerves.
Today's CBS Sunday Morning will have a segment on New Jersey by Mo Rocca. I like his sense of humor and here I am in Jersey. So I'll be watching that. I haven't checked to see what's on in the evening yet. It's odd to have no BB or Amazing Race on, isn't it?
Outside of television, there's life in the fast lane. Er, well ... perhaps life in the slightly slower lane for me. Our snow from the big blizzard is still gathered in piles all over and it snowed both Friday and Saturday. All those days brought us was what they call "nuisance snow." It's enough to make the roads a bit slippery, but not really enough to plow. While it is a nuisance, it's a pretty snow -- making things go all Currier and Ives on us. Black ice at night and early mornings has been an issue, though. Thankfully I haven't fallen. I've seen more than a few people go down!
Onto this week's photos -- clicking on an image will open it larger in a new window:
This is one of the trees outside of the Plainfield Police Department, still with holiday lights and a covering of "nuisance snow." I edited it to leave it in black and white except for the tree lights itself. You might want to beware of the dude carrying the brown (yes, it's really brown) paper grocery bag and wearing no shoelaces. That's how they come out of the city lock-up.
No, I don't know that from personal experience. Sheesh!
I realize that this shot isn't really much. But the blue in the sky was so great that I had to share it. Of course, we do have some more of that pesky pretty nuisance snow going on, too. Bridgewater Train Station.
I always find it a bit sad after the holiday when the trees which provided such a centerpiece for the festivities are thrown to the curb. East Front Street, Plainfield.
Looking at houses on East Second Street via East Front Street as dawn arrives.
From in front of the TD Ballpark in Bridgewater.
At least birds aren't falling out of the sky here.
A lone glove on the pavement at the Bridgewater Train Station. I always prefer to lose a whole pair rather than just one. At least, if I lose a pair, someone who needs them might pick them up and use them.
Despite really warm temperatures and a bit of rain last Sunday, the snow piles remain. After one day of warmth, it got cold once again. Church Street, Plainfield.
Often people fall asleep on the train and then take it out on the conductor when they miss their stop. That's not the conductor's job. There are piped announcements, plus the conductors usually make their own announcements of each stop. Not only that, but there's a lighted panel in the front and rear of each car which tells you the next stop. I personally can't sleep on the train. I'm worried that people would take photos of me and put them on the Internet.
This was the fifth blocked sidewalk instance I encountered one morning on my walk to the train. I don't understand why they don't just block the driveways with the empty bins. After all, the owners have to take 'em on back anyway. By the way, PMUA is not to be confused with PUMA. One is an elegant cat with big teeth, the other is black and smelly in the summer. (PMUA is Plainfield Municipal Utilities Authority.) East Front Street, Plainfield.
I edited this one to leave only that upper floors and glorious sunrise reflections in the windows in color. North Avenue, Plainfield.
There's no grass to be found at Richmond Towers on East Front Street where I shot this sign.
I guess the new landlord/receivership/whatever is having trouble finding tenants. I came home to this on my building last night. There are also studio apartment vacancies going on. On my floor in my wing of the building, the only empty apartment is where the Riff-Raff moved out next door to me. That's a two bedroom. I wouldn't mind if it stays vacant for a while!
As a light nuisance snow falls.
With the latest light snowfall. Plainfield Train Station.
Oh my. Parked in Bridgewater. I don't really want to see the diver, um ... driver. (I obscured the license plate on purpose.)
Approaching the train station from East Third Street. I don't know why I walked this way. It's not like I can continue to walk on the sidewalk once I cross the street to North Avenue. Why not? BECAUSE NO ONE EVER SHOVELS THE SIDEWALK IN FRONT OF THE TRAIN STATION ON NORTH AVENUE.
North Avenue in Plainfield where I have to walk WAY out of my way to get to the train station. Why? BECAUSE NO ONE SHOVELS THE SIDEWALK!
Yes, this really bugs me. I fell once trying to walk on ice there. It's a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Yep, we're talking the nuisance, not the blizzard. But it did make the roads and sidewalks slick. East Front Street.
Plainfield Train Station, wait ... make that two trains.
This bike has been at the Bridgewater Train Station for weeks now. It's in good shape. Well, except it's probably rusting in the snow.
See! Photographic proof! I have big feet (10 ... they keep me from falling over). I'm even wearing my big clunky, yet highly practical, snow boots and don't have my heel backed all the way up to the start of the toe in the footprint. Yikes! I hope it's not Naked Diver, although it might explain the cone.
I don't know why my camera did that in these shots, but I thought it was cool. This was at the Bridgewater Train Station just after sunset on Friday evening once the snow stopped.
Fine, Vincent. Refuse to look at the camera just because you think I don't spend enough time with you draped over my shoulder. You may think you're a lightweight, but you're at least 12 pounds now! My right shoulder is starting to droop!
How was your week?