Hoboken, New Jersey!

Why not?



Midtown Manhattan from Frank Sinatra Park!

Just chill out for a while:



Then when you get hungry, up the street to La Isla!





It's such a great place. Not big, though. If you don't want to wait for a table, sit at the counter.

Bonus: it's BYOB (and there's a wine store a few doors down)!



Good call on the Ben Marco, Greg.



I get a skirt steak, moro (beans and rice), and maduros (fried plantains).

Greg gets a steak, yuca, and yellow rice!



OH MY GOD it's good.

Then some key lime pie.



Spoon war!!



Cafe con leche.

And . . .



Amazing!

Don't let the trip on the Path train discourage you—this place is so worth the journey.

Thanks for bringing me here the first time, Kelda!

Bird's nest!

In our backyard.



See it?



There're baby birds in it!



I just discovered it the other day.

I love our yard SO MUCH.

Why didn't I think of this?

We have taps. We have bottles.

Shoot.

Hybrid!

Greg took these pictures in Greenpoint on Saturday night.

Munch munch munch

Hewo.

Fixing his bike

Dirty hands.

Spoonbill and Sugartown

Favorite book store!

Can you guess why?



Yep:



Another little book lover:



Only got three legs!



Also they have some good books there.

Taco truck!

Williamsburg.





Mexican corn!



Tacos = drippy.

It seemed like a good idea

I do not recommend parsley/carrot/ginger/celery/spinach juice.

My tongue hurts!

You should watch this

Fascinating piece of film from my youth.

I haven't seen this in, like, twenty-five years, but I still know the music by heart.

Who else remembers this?

Penelope: farm cat

In the farmhouse.



Pretty.



Yawn!



Zzzzzz . . .



Pawses!!

You already know she is into squirrels.

Look!

Look at what I taught myself yesterday!



Two-color squares. Sewn together!

This could make a really cool blanket.

A tree grows in Brooklyn

People in this city have a weird relationship with garbage cans. It reminds me of an anti-littering ad aimed at fishermen I used to see on TV when I was a kid:

[Man in dory throws an oil can into the water]

Kid: Where does the garbage go, Dad?

Man: Oh. Away . . .

[Oil can bobs in water]

Loyalist Township

We visited our friend Evan, who bought a farm in eastern Ontario with his mother and aunt last fall. The place is in Loyalist Township (where land grants were given by Great Britian to those British subjects who fled the American Revolution).

This is one of the several barns. I am pretty sure it is original to the property, which means it is 225 years old!



Inside:





Live trap. . . . (Evan had to capture a raccoon that was busting up his garden!)



Items for tinkering with the garden tractor/snowblower.



Random . . . stuff.



Swallows' nest!



Robins' nest!



I wonder what those hanging straps are for.



Wire fencing, old jars.



Buncha old doors and shutters.



Hanging things.



Board graveyard.



Work bench.



Stuff that Evan actually uses.

There is a loft, and this is the roof:



You can see the metal over the original planks.

AWESOME!

Reunited

So, Greg and I had a lot of stuff languishing in storage at friends' place in Toronto (this is just a fraction of it).



In addition to, like, four million books, a ton of tools, a bunch of art by Greg, and my sticker and stationery collections, the boxes we stuffed into the rented Prius two weeks ago contained my favorite coffee cups!



I have four of these vintage "curry yellow" Mikasa mugs.

Yay!

More new shoes

Red orthopedics!

Beth and I are twinsies.

1 Runner

I ran a "corporate challenge" race in Central Park a few weeks ago!



With, um, fifteen thousand other people! Can you see me in this picture??

Greg had sprained his ankle so he couldn't come to cheer me on. But when I got home I found this lil award plaque waiting for me!



Hee hee! I may not be the #1 runner but I sure as heck am 1 Runner!

Greggy you are soooooooo cute!!

Fourth of July!

On Sutton Street.

Firecrackers!





BANG-BANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANG-BANGBANGBANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANGBANGBANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANG-BANGBANGBANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANGBANG-BANG-BANG-BANGBANGBANG-BANG!!!!!



Neighborhood tradition.

Candy canes!

Yep, I staked the tomatoes with them. Works good.