Hello everyone, I took yoga with C this morning. She is a good teacher. She broke her foot and wasn't able to move for six months (I think she just meant she didn't walk). She said it taught her a lot about the body and how it heals. I love the music she plays - Aimee Mann, "Let My Love Open the Door" (I don't know who sings that), and a couple of other mellow classics. Or things that sound like classics.
It's Pride weekend here in NYC, so I saw lots of buff men wearing wifebeaters (yes, I know it's ironic) on my way home. Then again, I always see those guys in my neighborhood. It is my hope and belief that my neighborhood will keep me from becoming staid and boring as I age. I never want to be one of those summerhouse people who introduce themselves by going over their resume. Yuck.
Sadly, at Gristede's, nuts don't have their own separate aisle. They're relegated to "Snacks and Powdered Mixes." If I were them, I'd want recognition. I'd revolt.
Finished The Frog Prince by Jane Porter last night. It's very good. D is reading Waiting by Debra Ginsberg, which I recommended to him. He digs it. Next he'll read Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella, which I also recommended. He's a smart man and realizes that chick lit is best :) He also reads John Grisham and Dan Brown, but there's nothing I can do about that.
I recommend Chinatown Ice Cream Factory around Mott Street. I love their banana and pumpkin pie ice cream. Those are separate flavors, of course.
I don't know if I'll ever see the bat. (Batman Begins.) Lobo thinks it's 300 pounds of pretension, as good a description as any.
I saw a lab/spaniel mix today. I could tell because of the crinkled ears.
It's Pride weekend here in NYC, so I saw lots of buff men wearing wifebeaters (yes, I know it's ironic) on my way home. Then again, I always see those guys in my neighborhood. It is my hope and belief that my neighborhood will keep me from becoming staid and boring as I age. I never want to be one of those summerhouse people who introduce themselves by going over their resume. Yuck.
Sadly, at Gristede's, nuts don't have their own separate aisle. They're relegated to "Snacks and Powdered Mixes." If I were them, I'd want recognition. I'd revolt.
Finished The Frog Prince by Jane Porter last night. It's very good. D is reading Waiting by Debra Ginsberg, which I recommended to him. He digs it. Next he'll read Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella, which I also recommended. He's a smart man and realizes that chick lit is best :) He also reads John Grisham and Dan Brown, but there's nothing I can do about that.
I recommend Chinatown Ice Cream Factory around Mott Street. I love their banana and pumpkin pie ice cream. Those are separate flavors, of course.
I don't know if I'll ever see the bat. (Batman Begins.) Lobo thinks it's 300 pounds of pretension, as good a description as any.
I saw a lab/spaniel mix today. I could tell because of the crinkled ears.
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