Next to my chair, which is next to the window. This is where I sit to feed Edie, and look out onto 4th Ave. Where I see drunken fights on weekends, cabs all night, and bread and newspapers delivered in the early morning. In case you're wondering, the book on top is a Babysitters Club Super Special, New York, New York. I'm re-reading it.
On Saturday I made my triumphant return to running. It was . . . not as un-triumphant as I was expecting.
Who, besides me, thinks DVDs are on their way out? I got this baby for $2, and we watched it this weekend. Worth every penny.
The New York City Marathon runs past our apartment. Which is so exciting, every year. There was a band this year. James swears there's one every year, but, hand to heart, I don't ever remember seeing one before. And I feel like I'd remember, because this band was apparently taking requests, and played Livin' on a Prayer and Don't Stop Believing while the crowd sang along like it was early morning karaoke. I feel like I'd remember that from last year.
They also played Darth Vader's theme as the elite male runners ran past. It was thrilling (those aren't the elite runners in the photo below. those are just john q. public runners).
Baby's first subway ride. She liked it okay.
She liked it as much as anyone likes the subway.