Rainy fall afternoon at Prospect Park
We're doing fine. A few weeks have gone
by and we have more or less successfully tackled a thousand more mundane issues connected to
moving to a new place. We've calmed down. We are both job hunting.
And what a time to be job hunting, but Chris has an interview in
Manhattan next week. He's going to get it.
We found Grand Army Plaza and the main
branch of the Brooklyn Public Library. While using the wi-fi there to
job hunt, a very angelic, drooling little Park Slope cherub toddled
over to me and beamed me squarely in the head with a book. I hate
not having an internet connection at home yet, that's been a big
issue. At least it was a paperback. I told her I was going to have
her locked up. No, I didn't. Toddlers will do those things, it is
their way. I'm told that as a tot I cracked my own sleeping mother in
the face with some toy to get attention. That was back in the 70s,
when toys were made out galvanized steel, lead paint, and asbestos.
Well, maybe not, but they were not soft.
There really are a lot of kids here.
It's not a complaint, I'm just agreeing with what has been
written--yes, there are a lot of kids in strollers. I'm
looking at one now in one of those double-wide ones, and I can say
that I went to grad school with a girl not too much larger than that kid. I need
someone to push me around like that. I'm exhausted.
Ferrari show on 7th Avenue, September 20, 2008
We've taken time out to explore
Prospect Park and the zoo, some of the farmers' markets and flea
markets, eaten a lot of pizza. There is so much going on. It's great.
I don't miss anything about Chicago.
Today we learned that we live just down
the street from Leonard Bernstein. And the Wizard of Oz (aka Frank Morgan, the actor who played that role in the movie), Jean-Michel
Basquiat, Louis Comfort Tiffany, and even Walter Hunt, inventor of
the safety pin. We learned all this by walking through the famous Green-Wood Cemetery,
which is an amazingly beautiful place.

