we began the morning with a poem celebrating november, and prayers for our loved ones who have passed away. (i liked reading about the preparations that residents of positano, italy were making on nicki's blog figs and lemons).
at 9 am morgana left for her dance class, and chanda and i got ready to leave for a puppet show at the new vic theatre on 42nd street.
though it poured while i walked the dog before leaving . . afterwards the sky was a beautiful blue in the west.
we saw sleeping beauty performed by carlo colla and sons from milano. the puppets were hand carved with a minimum of six strings. the puppeteers created and worked their own puppets. the sets and costumes were incredibly sumptuous and elegant! it was an amazing show. rich. decadent. funny. serious. loud. beautiful.
check out the interview with piero from the company.
we walked home and passed the pumpkin patch at abingdon square park.
they were supposedly giving away free pumpkins for you to carve and place on the grass. chanda missed out on doing it this year . . but maybe next.
more pumpkins on stoops . .
pumpkins looking frightened and surprised . .
pumpkins looking tired and squashed . .
pumpkins . . part of a scary scene!
what is in my refrigerator at home? two big pots of soup! this is what the girls had for dinner tonight. there's still lots left over. maybe you should come for dinner!
dances patrelle had their fall fundraiser this evening, in a large and lavish apartment on park avenue. i got there late (there was traffic everywhere and the 4, 5, 6 line was not running) and i left early and walked and walked until finally hopping on the bus down fifth avenue on the way home.
i stopped at eataly for a bowl of their zuppe de pesce (striped bass) and met juliet from santa fe. we had a fun conversation about brooklyn (the brooklyn museum currently has an exhibit of wangechi mutu's work which juliet encouraged me to see--museum info is here and a new york times article is here), busy manhattan (dance, theatre, art . . ), and whale watching in hawaii. the place was closing when i left, but i managed to get an espresso from the cafe before walking home through a downtown that felt like summer with everyone out and about. it's supposed to get cool again . . ha!, on sunday, according to the latest weather info from greg. however, the last time i checked the weather it was supposed to be warm for the next week and a half . . who knows what it'll do . .
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i forgot to write that christine went home saturday afternoon. i went with her to penn station and waited in the (rather nice!) new jersey transit waiting lounge while eating annie's pretzels (i had salted and christine had cinnamon). then she wound her way through a skinny doorway amidst a very fat line of people bound for newark airport. and then she was back in denmark . . back in her castle home . . and back to work. until next time christine . .























