Strolling in the Park

Here are some photos of our wanderings in Central Park on the day we saw The Capeman a few weeks ago. (Click to see the full-size images.)

Boston photos

Here are some photos from our trip to Boston. Click on the album to enlarge.

A good line

As I passed through the turnstile to exit the subway station at 2nd Ave. this evening, I yawned. A young man loitering there remarked that I looked "so tired" and offered to carry me up the stairs. I laughed.

This reminds me of an incident from earlier this month. Walking down 2nd Ave. carrying two bags of groceries, I was approached by a forty-three-year-old man (a journalist, no less!) who said that he would offer to help if it wouldn't make him seem like he was trying to follow me to my door. He then proceeded to hit on me in a (relatively) un-creepy way. (He gave me his card and I Googled him later, which is how I learned that his is forty-three.)

The message: I look old and tired? Or that I am most attractive when harried?

Blogger Guilt/Summer Recap

So I've officially done it. I've become one of those people who starts a blog, writes enthusiastically for a few weeks, and then lets it languish for months at at time. I have no doubt that there is a special circle in blogger hell reserved just for us.

I have no good excuses to offer, except to say that that sometimes one is too busy having adventures to dutifully record them.

But never fear! I'm back...er...on the wagon, or something. And I'm offering the following list as penance. 

Summer Adventures (Abridged)

• It's been really hot. I learned how to make mint juleps.

• Thanks to the sweet perks of Ian's job, we saw both Shakespeare in the Park productions (and went to two opening-night parties!) on two almost unbelievably beautiful summer nights. We saw The Merchant of Venice first, and at the risk of sounding like a squealing schoolgirl I'll say that it's one of those theater experiences I'll remember for the rest of my life. I thought it brought Shakespeare's words to life in the best possible way, and it's going to Broadway, so you should go see it. (Yes, you.) The fancy after-party was up at Belvedere Castle, were I felt like a movie star. And if I were any good at recognizing movie stars, I could tell you which ones were there. Winter's Tale had its lovely moments, too, but it couldn't compare with Merchant, and it's such an odd play anyway. (Tragedy and then comedy? And so much divine intervention. What were you thinking, Shakespeare?) As a follow-up, we watched that weird Al Pacino movie Looking for Richard. Against all odds, it seems that Al and I are on the same page about many things.

• I traveled to the homeland for a lovely visit with: my parents, my sister, and Arthur, the world's cutest and most magical dog; the Entrekens, who cooked us breakfast and let us watch soccer at their house; darling Wesley, who attempted at this late date to teach me to play Mario; and the best grandparents (two sets!) in the universe. The best thing about not living in Florida anymore is that I get to have Florida vacations.

• While I was away, Ian badly hurt his knee playing soccer and had to hobble around on crutches for a while. He's much better now, but the recovery has been slow.