Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Easter

Just returned from a (very) brief trip to my homeland for Easter and my sister's 17th birthday. It was the most exciting and successful surprise operation I've ever witnessed, let alone participated in. I wore a big white bow because I was her birthday present. She actually squealed!

During this wonderful whirlwind weekend I also:

  • Noticed as soon as I got off the plane in Tampa that everyone wore flip-flops and dark suntans;
  • Celebrated Jocelyn's birthday with my grandparents, my parents, my Uncle Peter, and his darling children—all before Joss came home from rehearsal to find me and her cookie cake;
  • Consumed massive amounts of Greek salad (with potato salad, as is traditional in Tarpon Springs);
  • Helped Jocelyn pick out her junior prom dress (fabulous!);
  • Had a drink on the patio of the beautiful Sandpearl Resort and ate grouper at Frenchy's (both for Jossy's birthday);
  • Played with Arthur, the world's cutest dog;
  • Heard my grandfather sing in his church choir on Easter morning (I love this hymn: "Jesus Christ is risen today Aaaaalleluia!");
  • Dyed eggs on the sunny porch;
  • Ate lamb and mint jelly for Easter dinner;
  • Made my sister start watching "Arrested Development" from the beginning;
  • Brunched with my mom at Kelly's;
  • Achieved a slight sunburn while walking on the Pinellas Trail.

Realization: I hail from a tropical paradise. (This has been a very long winter.)

And, amazingly, when I returned to NYC, spring had finally arrived! Yesterday I read two hundred pages of The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore (can't put it down!) in Tomkins Square Park.

Then Ian and I dyed our own Easter eggs using this weird tie-dye egg kit. The results are fairly psychedelic:


Happy Spring!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Jobs

Overheard on the way home from my run in the East River Park today: a little boy (I'd say five or six years old) talking to his mother about what he wants to be when he grows up. His top choices were:

1) baseball player,
2) poet,
3) music writer,
4) pet shop owner.

My kind of guy.

Someone I knew in high school recently told me that he works at a bank and makes $75,000 a year. I wonder what he would have said when he was that age.