wednesday

 
(sigh)

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the city was very quiet today . . 

a few weeks ago greg had asked me when he should take his extra vacation days. i had suggested today, wednesday, november 6th (i've been dreading it for several years). in the afternoon we walked along the river and over to the new beach pier.

and then to little island . . 

where we sat and read for a little while . .

some of the michaelmas daisies are still looking fresh, others are fading.

back at home we had a family zoom. korrina was at home (she's off on tuesdays) and chanda was at school. morgan was late but eventually joined (from a restaurant with harley-they were having dinner out after a busy work day). i also spoke with my sister today.

dinner was pumpkin ravioli from raffetto's and sautéed kale with onions (i had picked up the pasta on my way to meet greg at moustache after ellen's).

wednesday afternoon walk

 

looking out at the river and the art installation on pier 52 yesterday . . (showing our guest the neighborhood).

david hammons day's end, inspired by gordan matta-clark's work of the same name from 1975 which you can read about here.

on little island . . 

knitting projects and spaghetti and meatballs and ice cream again

korrina came by for a visit today (primarily to pick up her jury summons). i felt like having the leftover spaghetti and meatballs from tuesday, but added spicy and mild italian sausages and more meatballs . . so there was plenty left to send home with her.

musselburgh hat by ysolda . . (k's project)

korrina's socks . . 

damsel by josée paquin . . (made by me)

later in the afternoon janet and i took a walk to little island and along the river to chelsea piers 

after which i met greg and we walked to morgenstern's for ice cream . . 

greg said, there will be a line! and i said, no! no! there won't be a line!

you can see who was so very wrong . .

our lady of pompeii . . 

so it was back to julietta's again . .

lemon sorbetto and chocolate gelato . . (greg had mint chip, coffee and lemon sorbet)

it was a beautiful sunset tonight . .

sunday night dance concert

 

 it was an evening of firsts: first night out to a public event since covid for the grown ups and first concert ever for the little one.

 

i had reserved our time to enter little island several weeks ago, when my cousin let me know that her friend leo sandoval would be performing a free concert there with his company, music from the sole. we were surprised by how crowded it was . . i don't know why i thought it wouldn't be crowded, when i'm well aware that everyone and their cousin has been pouring into our neighborhood at night to have dinner and drinks out on the town!

we entered little island and had to walk up to the glade. we thought that they would allow kendall to stay down below with the stroller, but that was not possible, so we rolled on up and unloaded the little one and wiggled our way into the audience. greg stayed with the stroller at the very top. he's not one for wiggling betwixt people and fortunately for kendall and i, he did not mind staying with stroller and bags and just listening to the music.

aurélien was a little stunned at first, i think, but slowly warmed up to the experience and started bouncing to the beat. he enjoyed looking around at everyone and watching the children who were sitting behind him.

 

i loved every minute of the concert. it was so joyful and uplifting and everyone around us was dancing and clapping and enjoying it also. it felt good to be so happy.

our view of the river from where we were sitting . . 

and of downtown . . 

the moon is almost full . . 

looking northeast to the empire state building . . 

 

(after the concert i did go up to say hello and it was very nice to meet him after hearing so much about his dancing and visits with my cousin.)

heading back down . .

 

and back onto manhattan island . .

 

and past the cunard pier 54 arch . . (pier 54 was where the cunard ships lusitania and mauretania docked, and where the survivors of the titanic landed after being rescued by the carpathia in 1912).

 

the whitney museum brightly lit, but quiet on a sunday night.

 

maybe beginning to be a little tired?

lovely evening tunes from the bar entwine . .

 

good night now, sweet dreams.