morgana helped me get dinner ready this evening. i made her dad an espresso in my special bialetti espresso pot and i gave the cup to her to take to the table. she promptly crashed into the fridge with it and spilled it all over her shirt and pants which she meant to travel in. she was not a happy camper.
but her dad and i are so good . . we took the clothes downstairs to the laundry room for her. luckily, there was enough time for them to go into the washer and dryer.
who is this person with the short hair?
fiori di zucca: butternut squash agnolotti with butter and sage sauce.
and then we were off to jfk . .
checking in with norwegian air shuttle . .
on the security line . .
good ol' gotham . .
we watached everyone take off their shoes and put all their belongings in the plastic bins to go through the x-ray machine.
and then the people go through the x-ray machine . . oh my goodness . . what a crazy world we live in.
one last good-bye kiss . .
and then we were on the road home . . here is the brooklyn bridge with the freedom tower in the distance.
heading back into the neighborhood . .
No comments:
Post a Comment