a very grey day

it was such a dark day, so much so that i stayed in bed thinking it was still early in the morning and then the phone rang and it was marlene, who i was supposed to call at 9:30. 

somewhere around 2 pm greg and i decided to take a walk to the arlo hotel which is a new space chanda and emily have found to get coffee and do schoolwork. 

 

 it might have been very grey, but the trees were beautifully golden, and the sky was brighter in the east. (on the way home, i actually caught a glimpse of some blue).

it was a nice walk until we were almost there, when we came upon a very loud construction site . .

so much clanging and banging . . i don't think i've ever passed such a noisy one before . .

inside the cute hotel . . we bought our coffees at the tiny cafe by the front door and went to sit in the back where there were several couches along the windows and a door that led to a small patio. the tables chanda likes to work at were on the other side of this corridor, with outlets for people to plug in their computers for charging.

greg read his book after checking his phone for important information (?!) (he's been reading uncle tom's cabin) and i worked on my poncho for the bayron handmade knit-a-long i'm doing. (it's coming along nicely now and i'll have to put up a photo soon.)

 

there was a family to our right who were on their last day of visiting the city, and were flying out in the evening. some of them were trying to decide whether or not to visit rockefeller center and go ice skating. one of them (rightfully!) decided it would be too crowded . . i'm not sure what they were going to do instead . . maybe rest in their hotel room!

a mural on the patio which is tucked in amongst some other buildings . . one of those niches which can be confusing because you don't know where one building ends and the other begins.

heading back out . . 

wintery snowflake decorations . . 

this balloon turkey had "don't eat me" written on it.

and then we were back at home . . i worked on the poncho and watched the 1947 version of miracle on 34th street (i had watched the 1994 one last night) and we had leftover lasagna for dinner.