morgan's hair cut, a spaghetti dinner and a gallery opening

i was motivated to make a spaghetti and meatball dinner with sautéed kale when i heard chanda would stop by after her caregiver job (she walks with our young neighbor to a synchronized swimming class). (i also met up with her beforehand at our local health food store for a few items she wanted! too funny . . but she did go grocery shopping on her own at trader joe's the other day).

i think spaghetti and meatballs is my favorite dish of all time . . probably because i have so many wonderful memories of my mom and dad making it for occasions when guests would visit (always requested! everyone loved my parents' spaghetti and meatballs . . it was my grandmothers special - and very simple - recipe).

we walked out together as greg and i were going to an art exhibit at a local gallery.

the work was whimsical and incredibly detailed.

greg talking with the artist . . the exhibit was titled mystery of life by rabkar wangchuk with guest artist michela martello. you can see photos and read more about the event here.

monday morning bike ride

greg and i made it out for a bike ride at 7:40 am along the river. it was rather chilly and my fingers became a little stiff with the cold, but the ride was refreshing and the fresh sea air really woke me up in a good way. i used a special day pass greg had received from citibike for a promotion, as i still haven't repaired the flat tire on my own bicycle.

this is the sweater i began knitting in february with marisa. i had finished it awhile ago, but hadn't take a photo of it yet. i think marisa finished hers. hopefully, she'll send me a pic when i send this to her.

 

the statue of liberty is a little dot out there on the horizon, on the left . . 

 

 

beach roses in september?!

here's the last time i was out biking along the river. it's from june 27th, 2018. riding today was bittersweet. i felt happy to be out in the cool air, but also missed the days the girls and i would bike together to the willows where we would read books, sketch and knit. i had warm memories, but a sad and wistful heart. i also now have a sense of bewilderment: how could i have let so much time go by without a bike ride along the river? how does time do this to me, now? it takes off and leaves me wide-eyed, in the dust of its wake. i'm left to mope and shake the sand from my brain and trudge on, seemingly more and more slowly each time i come to my senses.

 

next week i'll have to bring my sketch book, and i'm sure i can talk greg into stopping at duane park patisserie for a pastry. we just have to return in plenty of time for his first phone call of the day.

 

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oh! greg and i listened to a lecture from neighborhood photographer meredith marciano, hosted by the village preservation society. she began photographing in the late '70's and i loved seeing the buildings and signage she captured through her lens. you can find the lecture here, on the society's website. they will soon have the youtube video up, if you would like to listen and watch yourself.