Wake up to a surprisingly
beautiful day. So much rain yesterday it
felt like it would never stop.
Pick up a few things at the
Farmer’s Market, most notably small wild strawberries and the last heirloom tomato, on
sale for the first time this season.
I
walk a few blocks along First Avenue where they are having a street fair. Decide there is nothing I will find that I
need, so I come home.
Finish reading The Woman Upstairs by Claire
Messud. It’s a beautifully written book
with little plot and a wow ending. I think
I write well until I read people who really do.
Alexander makes chicken for
dinner, one of his specialties. Had I
eaten it at 5:30 when he made it, I would have liked it a lot more than when I eat
it three hours later after microwaving it for a couple of minutes. I now fully understand the term rubbery
chicken.
Alexander is going to a
friend’s house and I ask (rather beg) him to let me take a picture. He reluctantly agrees. I grab my camera and
follow him out the door.
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