Good (Fri)Day

Banking holidays do have their advantages.

Bankers are better at taking holidays than lawyers. That's what I was banking on (ha!) when I switched into this new position, and so far that has borne out. 

Back in the day, at my first law firm job, right out of college, when I was a legal assistant, also in BigLaw, the firm's holidays were synchronized with those of its largest client, a BigBank. But somehow, over time, either because the subsequent BigLaw firms had their own schedules, or because BigLaw grew away from BigBanks, that changed, and for decades I lost Good Friday as a sanctioned work holiday.

But I was pleasantly surprised to find that my new BigBank employer retains the holiday. Now, it's not all fun and games; with Juneteenth now an official holiday as well, the Friday after Thanksgiving seems to have dropped off the official list of non-work days, at least for this one BigBank. Now thinking about it, I don't think I got that day back in the old days. But no matter - with the additional use it or lose it vacation days, I will just plan to take that day off.

It's all about the balance. And I plan to be one of those employees that takes all of her days off. Setting a new course and new expectations - for others, for myself, for my life. 

So, so far, the new gig is living up to the saner pace it was advertised to be. The commitments will pick up now that I understand how much time will be required to prepare for licensing exams. But par for the course. Hopefully a small investment in time to gain back more of my LIFEtime.

In the meanwhile, the Friday off last week was lovely. Easy. Laid back. We got to Queens and still had time to walk on the beach before we lost light. Precious family time.

It was still somewhat blustery and cold by the beach, but sunny - oh the lengthening days, harkening to the languorous late light evenings ahead.... Both the sun AND moon were out at the same time, lighting the way ahead. Eyes wide open, or as open as they can be to what lies before me on the career path.

'Twas a Good Friday. 

With the longer days, the Passover cooks must have had a bit more last minute cooking time. But the Ramadan fasters will have gone hungry for a bit longer.

And for the rest of us, no holiday special meals - just regular family time meals. And the miracle was that all of us - the children of Abraham, and the rest - we all got to do our things, simultaneously, separately, in relative peace here in this country. May we continue to be so blessed.

[Edited April 22, 2022.]

Arisen

Spring tulips emerging are a lovely counterpoint to the religious iconography of the day.

The tulips are up - vibrantly, egg yolky yellow, just the right shade for an Easter day post. This is the new life that I prefer to focus on and celebrate this day. Unfettered beauty, energy, and reassuring cycles, renewal.

The tulips are thanks to the Fund for Park Avenue's bulbs from last year's median gardens - a bit of trickle down into the community that actually works.

Last year's saved bulbs (a nice segue and opportunity to post photos that never saw the light of day with 2021's frenetic pace; so the photos also get their own resurrection with 2022's saner career rebirth)...

...were split between the Jardin on the terrace and the Mothership in Queens - so they are city and "country" siblings.

On this Easter Sunday, even as an adult, I find tulip resurrections to be a far more pleasant focus than religious ones. To each their own, and may we each leave room for everyone's ways of celebrating that bring no harm to others.

Perhaps that is a blasphemous sentiment to those who regard this as the holiest of days in their religion, and one for rejoicing, but I always found the story of the crucifixion to be upsetting and scary (I first read it as a child of 8 or 9, alone, without adult supervision or filtering, having encountered a children's picture book on a library book sale table - and even the animated illustrations weren't toned down enough for young consumption, in my opinion). Religious iconography is often rather upsetting, to say nothing of actions taken in the name of religion, and most especially without the accompanying faith beliefs to render any sort of mitigating comfort. Science and secularism for the win on this count, in my book - so, to tulips rising from what seemed like dead bulbs!!

That said, to the celebrants, best wishes for a Happy Easter, and to everyone else, Happy Spring!

City Circulatory System

When the subways don't run normally, it is as if New York City suffers a blood clot.

Taken from the Q, crossing the Manhattan Bridge heading toward Brooklyn, looking south along the East River toward the Brooklyn Bridge and the Financial District, on an early, stormy afternoon in late March.

The subway is like the lifeblood of New York City. It carries us where we need to go, allows us to do the things we need to do to keep the whole metropolis humming. It's the pulse, the vitality. 

It is the great leveler, open to everyone - billionaires and celebrities hoping for anonymity, and the straphangers aspiring to have more than a couple of nickels to their name and seeking their shot at fame and fortune.

Paraphrasing a friend's observation, to ride the subway is an act of communal trust, the essence, really of the social compact (she called it a Christian act - my take is, like me, decidedly more secular). Every type of person, from all backgrounds - ethnic, racial, religious, political, economic - coming together in this most utilitarian of pursuits, all headed in the same common direction, packed in a small space, shoulder to shoulder, with the shared interest of reaching the destination.

So when that journey is intentionally, horrifically, maliciously disrupted, attacked, it is like a stab wound that hits an artery - literally, and figuratively, spilling blood - one's fellow passengers - out from the trains. A savage breach of the common trust.

True New Yorkers, those who understand the ways of the life force, wouldn't dream of this, nor abide by it. True New Yorkers will also get back onto the subway again, because it's the most efficient way to get back to New York life.

Fragile, yet sturdy, metal beam of the Manhattan Bridge - surprising all of those rivets, constantly painted to fend off the rust. 

[Edited April 13, 2022.]

April Showers Bring ...

Before the May flowers, usually there are the cherry and magnolia and peach blossoms, then afterward their leaves; some years the fruit trees don't get the memo, and bud and leaf out at the same time instead of following the normal sequence.

Tri-color peach blossom, with its early leaf branch companions.

When the end of Winter temperatures yo-yo, freezing, then freakishly warm, before plummeting back to freezing, leaving the trees confused, so that the warmth-seeking leaves emerge on the same schedule as the chill-tolerant blossoms that typically precede, it doesn't make for the most picturesque scenarios, with the pinks and whites of the blossoms muted and muddled by the greens of the leaves. But the tree carries on, and by the end of the season it usually still manages to attract the insects to help do the important work of fruiting. The job gets done.

And so it is with life, too. Life changes happen, career changes happen. Ideally, blogs would be updated contemporaneously, recording the events for posterity in real time... But a post two months after an exit from BigLaw and more than four weeks into a shift to BigBanking still does the trick, right? A little out of order, but at the end of the day, the tardy entry still records for posterity the transition - a personally momentous decision to jump off the spinning rodent wheel, and into a slightly different, hopefully more humane, rodent obstacle contraption. Hard to tell yet if it's better or worse - different, slower, more manageable - so far.

Fingers crossed for a good outcome. And the rest of early Spring continues in its paces in the meantime. Green emerges triumphant over the bare brown of Winter, the planetary life forces surging on - only a few blossoms and leaves on a handful of tree species hunting at the blip of disruption to the usual rhythms. 

Early tulip baby.

Red Russian kale.

Pea shoot, emerging near cut remains of last year's stalk.

Hydrangea leaves emerging.

Apple tree seedling.

Hosta (?) shoots emerging.

Clematis, adopted and planted last Autumn. 

Blueberry leaf starts.

Chrysanthemum leaves.

[Edited April 12, 2022.]