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Disappointment
It’s a holiday today, so along with watching online updates from the inauguration and marking things off my to-do list, I get to be home during the day to eat lunch at my very own table. This never happens (except on the weekends, but let’s not nitpick)! I felt like I had to eat a sandwich today, because, you guys, we need to talk about expectations and major disappointments. Real life lessons only here on this site.
Over the weekend, I’m sad to say, I finally ate one of those classic sandwich at Katz’s. Sad to say, because it took me my entire early life to make it there and, well, it was meh. The food was fine. The restaurant was a mess. The employees and the patrons looked like they hated everything. New York has so many food institutions I feel awful about skipping, but no more. Excuse me while I just stick to Mile End’s ever-reliable smoked meat from now on. -
Bundled up for a post-Christmas walk in Central Park.
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Oh, Sewing
Several weeks ago (or two months ago, but who’s counting, really?) Matthew asked me if I’d use these supposed sewing skills I talked about having to make him an oxford shirt. Wait, menswear? A tailored shirt? I didn’t understand why we couldn’t we just buy one instead, or why he couldn’t at least ask for a dress or a women’s blouse. I could do one of those. I was terrified and I’m guessing the weeks this project dragged on were probably a good example of my unwillingness to face my fears. But then the sad fabric sat on our table, just looking so unloved, so I mustered up the courage. And now it’s done and, excuse me, but I want to make more? Look what you’ve done.
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Scenes from the Ann Hamilton exhibit, Park Avenue Armory.
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At the Park Avenue Armory, taken by Mark Abernathy.
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Poughkeepsie houses, seen from the Walkway Over the Hudson.
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Winter Musings
The older I get, the more I feel like I learn about the town where I was raised. You’d think that I pretty much had it covered, seeing as I did spend the first eighteen years or so of my life traipsing around it, but in my case years didn’t mean I had much covered at all.
This morning we traveled north along the Hudson River to my childhood home for a few days with family for Christmas. Every time I come back there’s always another trail or road or town to be seen and explored. The last few times we’ve visited we always end up dusting off the ol’ wellies, wading around the creek, and doing our best not to drench our phones, cameras, and, less importantly, ourselves. Clearly the freezing water and possibility of pneumonia didn’t deter us at all. I’m becoming brave in my old age. -
Matthew and I finally went over to see the new FDR Four Freedoms Park on Roosevelt Island. It was great and very … triangular. Though my favorite part was the two toddlers making snow angels in the gravel pathways. Ah, childhood innocence.
