December 7th, 2018
Soccer in the Village.
Washington Square Park.
Waverly Diner.
Backside of Ireland House.
Old Haunt.
Times Square — someone shilling “naked” nuts
dressed Botticelli’s Venus in “punk” clothes, then undressed her, pants first.
Annual work party, Bowlmor Lanes, Times Square. Ali was all strikes and spares.
This Pizza Cake with fireworks also happened.
December 1st, 2018
Morning ice, guest bed sawing, Hudson Winter Walk, first storm of the season.
November 28th, 2018
We woke yesterday morning to four ravaged frozen pumpkins–stems flung, guts tossed, one dropped down the stairs and dragged along the front walk.
I suspect our resident squirrels, and snow tracks reveal they were egged on by the bunny who lives beneath the porch, and the posse of deer who scat about, and I don’t mean jazz improv.
Last night, we scooped up the lot and tossed the offering at the edge where the yard meets the forrest. In the morning there was nothing left, not even an errant stem, such as the one below in the left lower corner.
November 12th, 2018
We drove to Kingston to test-drive cars we didn’t buy. The light was lovely.
October 31st, 2018
A four-block stretch of our street becomes a Hallowe’en hub for kids from all over the county.
The local Democratic chapter holds a candy drive
and donates supplies to the residents of the 80-some-odd houses.
So we’d been warned, but were unprepared to host—too much moving in still going on this year.
Instead I walked among 400-500 kids,
digging that autumnal, twilight, dressed-up, sugar-buzzed thrill in the air.
October 4th, 2018
As we count the hours until our first house is finally bought,
we say goodbye to that chapter, hello…?
