I need new feet about half the age of the ones I am currently using. Oh the things you assume when you are young!
We had a very lazy start to the day on Saturday. We had freshly juiced vegetables with ginger for breakfast and then no one felt any urgency to do anything. Dov and I talked in a way we never have before touching many of the issues and ideas that were raised in the meditation class on Thursday evening. Trying to improve the skill set we already have is akin to a dog chasing its tail. When you think you have reached a new level of self understanding, you realize that you have moved to another box and you are still functioning as before. The scenery has changed, not the end results. I also talked about my own evolution, its frustrations and how to continue moving forward. I was impressed as well as touched to learn how well my son actually knows me and how much he cares.
Kaya had still not been out for her walk, so we headed out for Prospect Park once again. I thought that I already had seen most of the park, but I was very wrong. Dov had been talking about the best bagel/deli shop in the area. He had invited the Handler crew for breakfast Sunday morning so we skirted the south west(?) side of the park. I must admit that I am directionally challenged here and I have been following, nothing more. We skirted the long meadow and the sports fields from the opposite side and passes many family and/ or organization picnic/ barbeques. Whoever had the balloon concession was making out like a bandit.
The bagel shop was just a block from one of the park entrances and it was everything I had hoped and even more. At he entrance were cases of salads, finger foods, and the requisite lox and cream cheese (seven varieties). Along the back were bins and bins overflowing with hot, fat bagels, plain, poppy seed, sesame seed, pumpernickel, everything, egg, cheese, blueberry. We bought a bagful for the next day's breakfast but also ordered sandwiches for our lunch. I love smoked whitefish spread and cose that on a poppy seed bagel. The kids made their own different choices. The toppings were placed on both halves of the bagel and the the filling was also mounded on each half and oozed from all sides when unwrapped. The next door building had been merged with the bakery and provided a very cool area to eat. Since the weather again was picture postcard perfect, we headed back to the park to eat. We relaxed, ate and power napped under the shade of a tree before we set out once again. This time we continued along the north east park periphery. (I think) More families, more picnics and more balloons. We also passed by the music venue where a keyboardist was practicing and warming up his voice. Thank goodness this entire route was on a shaded path. I found walking in the sun tortuous. My shirt was drenched, my hair was wet and the sweat running into my eyes was making them sting.
Our trek ended at a farmers' market at Grand Army Plaza, downtown Brooklyn. By this time the farmers were starting to pack up, but the kids were still able to make some purchases before starting back home. I waited on a bench in the shade and after taking a load off my feet, I realized that I could not possibly walk home. I offered to take the subway back on my own if someone would point me in the right direction to a station. In the end, we took a taxi back. After three hours of wandering, my feet were forever thankful to the cab that picked us up.
I was keen to go to a small theatre that showed old and independent films as well as retrospectives of either directors or actors. Unfortunately, I was not interested in the fifties Italian crime films on tap, but as luck would have it, Ida, which I had seen with Gila just the day before my trip, was having a very limited run. I insisted that that was the film to see. It was just as powerful and moving the second time around. Dov had focused on the technical aspects of the movie and stated that the production was perfect and had more effect on him than the actual story. I do not regret the second viewing as I was able to discern nuances, details and foreshadowing that had not been as evident as the first time. It was closing on eleven but we had still not had dinner. We headed to a macrobiotic vegetarian japanese restaurant to discuss the film further while we waited for our food
Dov had ridden his bike into Manhattan and Marissa's bike was still inthe west village from the night before. I was fine finding my own way to Brooklyn, so the kids walked me to the appropriate station. The journey required one train transfer and poor Dov was so concerned that I not get lost that he came running down to the platform to make sure that I knew where to catch the next train. Here too I sometimes feel that there has been some role reversal, with me now as the child and my son, half. Y age acting like a concerned parent.
The ride home was totally uneventful and I made it home before the kids, calling them when I got there safely. Although we did not do many things, it was a very full day and my feet thanked me profusely when they had the opportunity to rest for a number of hours without interruption.
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