Central Park

John and I escaped to Central Park last weekend to do some people watching. We packed a bottle of wine, a blanket and some deli sandwiches and settled in for the show. It was the first really beautiful weekend of spring, so everyone and their brother had come out to the park. You could have hopped blanket to blanket without ever touching grass on the Meadow.

So we had a great lunch, laughing and napping. When it was time to go, I got one extra surprise... a pigeon pooped on me. It was headed for the top of my head, but I leaned over just then to grab my shoes so it hit my arm and belly instead. I laughed so long that my stomach hurt.

This was the second time I've been popped by a pigeon in Manhattan, and it called to mind this perfect poem from gradeschool:

Birdie, Birdie in the sky
Why'd you do that in my eye?
I'm not sad. I won't cry.
I'm just glad that cows don't fly.

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The picture above is one that John took of a flowering Dogwood tree in Memphis, Tennessee.

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Sorry I haven't posted much recently... I've been outside in the sunshine as much as possible. Since my last post, I attended my first Seder (thanks, Julie!), wished Katie well on her journey back to New Orleans and eaten Easter dinner with Mika, Julie and John. It's been a full week already, and it's only Tuesday. Coming up this weekend: a Yankee's game and Brandi's solo show.