February 20, 2011
On the High Line
"Free" grass.
It is allowed to do whatever it wants.
This so rare in the city—it makes my brain feel good to look at it.
This so rare in the city—it makes my brain feel good to look at it.
Books read in 2011
My new thing is, read actual books! (I mean, books made of paper, not audiobooks on my iPod.)
So far this year, this is what I have gotten through. All good—and all by dead people, as per the usual.
I loved the Lucia books so much I read one of them in the dark, walking home from the subway after work (it wasn't easy!)—something I haven't done since I reread Harriet the Spy a couple years ago. It reminded me of when I was a kid, when my mom would call "Supper time!" but I wouldn't want to put down my book. . .
I loved the Lucia books so much I read one of them in the dark, walking home from the subway after work (it wasn't easy!)—something I haven't done since I reread Harriet the Spy a couple years ago. It reminded me of when I was a kid, when my mom would call "Supper time!" but I wouldn't want to put down my book. . .
Hexagon UPDATE!
All joined together!
Now I just need to deal with the loose ends and crochet the border.
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