Monday, August 17, 2015

Memories, Brooklyn treks, and monkey toes


My new goal is a simple Monday roundup. Once a week. A recounting of the highs and lows. A sharing of key moments and observations. It’s doable. I will try (except next week. I will be on vacation – hurrah!). I hope you will come along with me.

So. It was another beautiful week. I think this summer goes down as one of the most perfect on record. It’s a bit steamy at the moment, but for the most part, it’s just been sunny, in the 80s, always with a refreshing breeze. You can’t ask for more.

My good friend, chere Sarah was in town from Paris and we had dinner at the delicious Andrew Carmellini restaurant, Little Park. I had a few minutes at the bar by myself before she arrived, which felt awfully indulgent, and then the conversation with and the sight of her brought back a flood of Parisian memories. God, those were great years and experiences. I seriously think about that time, those two years, and it was such a gift. I see so much of it with such clarity. My memories are so acute. It’s hard to believe it was me and my life, so changed are things now and yet how vivid and special those times were.

Now it’s all about the peanut. It still makes me anxious and emotional sometimes, how much I love her. But I do. I just love her.

It was very much a Brooklyn weekend. Andrew and I tried to go to the Jazz Age Lawn Party, just to see everyone so nattily dressed, but the line for the ferry out to Governors Island was crazy-long. We would have been standing under the beating sun for probably an hour so we high-tailed it back to Brooklyn. A little stroll through Brooklyn Heights, lunch at River Deli, another stroll to Gowanus, a drink in the backyard of Lavender Lake with Bennie, and then home. It was great to be out, walking and enjoying the summer.

That was the idea on Sunday as well. I met my girl Mel in the park and it was a glorious day, in the shade of a tree. Suddenly, as we were packing up to leave, it started raining. We ducked under a tree, expecting it to be the fleeting summer sprinkle, over in five minutes. But what ensued was the craziest, fastest storm. It came out of nowhere, bringing flash floods, sideways winds and panic. 
But in the end, it made for another unforgettable memory.

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