sunday morning poem, excursion to the east village and loop in london

raindrops

have you heard the raindrops

on a field of corn,

pattering o'er the green leaves

dusty and forlorn?

did you ever fancy 

they were little feet

hurrying out with water

thirsty ones to meet?

have you seen the raindrops

falling on the lake?

how they flash and sparkle

tiny splashes make.

did you ever fancy

they were diamonds rare

scattered by an aeroplane

sailing through the air?

by mrs. minot carter  (born around 1878)

 

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 the anthem in church this morning was a beautiful rendition of the prayer of st. francis, which you can hear the first unitarian choir sing  on their facebook page (start at around 31:00 to hear the congregation join in with them); and above you can hear the greater atlanta adventist academy choir.

 

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well, the rest of the day grew very exciting. greg's high school friend was in town and we made plans to see a play at new york theatre workshop.

 

just before heading out to meet her, greg received a text from the theatre that the 2 pm show was cancelled. he spent our walk cross town on the phone trying to get in touch with her and with the theatre (i took this photo because usually i'm the one texting or talking while walking, and he's the one telling me to watch where i'm going. of course i wasn't bothering him about being careful, because i was too busy taking pics). i was actually rather happy about the cancellation as i suddenly didn't feel like sitting in a dark theatre. the day was so beautiful with sunshine and a cool breeze. staying outside was the new reality. however, the 7 pm show was still scheduled, so they exchanged their tickets for that performance and greg was able to get reimbursed for my ticket (i decided to skip the later show). one of the performers was sick and they needed more time to prepare the understudy.

after the ticket rearranging, we visited st. mark's on the bowery . .

and walked by our friend lucia's old apartment building where she lived with her twins while telling stories about the neighborhood (lucia lived across the street from photographer peter hujer's studio).

and then a late brunch  at veselka . . 

blintzes, perogis and potato pancakes . . 

veselka is love . . 

 

and then over to downtown yarns.

after which i left them at thompkins square and started walking home . . past st. mark's again and over to the muji store to check on some sheets for chanda. they didn't have the correct size though.

things were really happening karaoke-wise at astor place so i ended up stopping and hanging out for a little while. i recommend watching these next videos even if the singing seems a big far away for true enjoyment, as it's the people walking by that is most fascinating (especially movie #3 with the group of young women and the elderly man - though #4 is great too as she ends up in a duet with a passerby . . and numbers 1 and 2 show my pigeon friend to good advantage).

 

when i made it home, chanda was cleaning her room, doing laundry and sorting through clothes. we had some leftover pasta and ate the pastries i had bought at veniero's, though greg finished most of them when he returned. he said the show was fabulous, and i'm not surprised (you can read about it here), but i enjoyed the astor place impromptu concert just as much.

 

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it's time for the photos from london. i think these are from saturday's adventures:

 

so, is there just one tardis doctor who box, or several . . or hundreds? and what is the meaning of the word "tardis"? (san, do you know? i suppose i haven't watched enough doctor who episodes.)

riding the new lizzie line which looks incredibly posh to this new yorker.

 

lizzie took them to . . . . loop!

 

a beautiful yarn shop in angel . . (the angel?)

morgan winding some yarn . . 

korrina's loop acquisition . . pinwheel mitts! gorgeous!

the pattern came with daughter of a shepherd yarn which i adore. the brown is such a beautiful deep, dark chocolate . . i get lost in it.

what a great day, but that's only half of it. i think they went to the docklands museum next. however, i need to get some sleep. i've spent too much time tonight working on old posts. when greg heard peggy was in town, he combed through his journal notes trying to figure out when we saw her last. i tried to help by searching my blog, but i actually didn't post about her last visit here, though i remember it clearly. (we ate at lombardi's pizza in soho with her and all four of her daughters.) after greg discovered the date, i looked through my photos and my blog and discovered lost adventures i had never recorded. here they are: morgan in tokyo; korrina and i at val-kill.

good night folks!