NYC was fine. Friday was really, really rainy, like an Alice Notley or Rosmarie Waldrop poem (12. Visibility was poor.), maybe a thing for Noah.
We were staying way up Midtown on 2nd Ave again; Saturday we took the tram to Roosevelt Island.
I had not been in more than 20 years. It seems like more people live there now. Good for them, it is pretty there.
You know, a long weekend. It was fine.
Home again, I picked walnuts to use their hulls for tincture & I do not know if I will ever be clean again.
I knew enough to wear gloves for the smashing of the hulls, but I was not aware that just gathering the nuts from the tree would leave a stain.
I'm too-too busy to tell you everything, but I do want to chat soon where there are no children. I ate two whole pomegranates today. Besides eating pomegranates, I make lunch, go to the gym, and read poetry + a biogaphy of Pearl Buck.
I have stopped watching The Good Wife because I don't buy what is happening in Season Six. Also, there was the affront of a truly ugly blouse.
I might ride a bicycle one day soon.
Je demeure xoxox