So I went to that local-but-not-in-my-backyard park again. I really like it. It's a little further away so it doesn't have neighborhood politics. And I saw 2 moms I like: one who has a little red-haired boy and another with an Australian accent ("roight," "noice") who is about to have a second son. She didn't want to know the gender but the midwife slipped up and revealed it when she was discussing an ultrasound.
I've also been biking by the river a lot. I'm reading Chestnut Street, a posthumous collection of stories by Maeve Binchy.