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OK, that's an exaggeration. But I did go for a fine long walk today, despite knowing last night that doing so would be pushing things, and I think it was all worth it.
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roadnotes, rezendi, and I met at the soon-to-close Strand Annex on Fulton Street, and then walked over to South Street Seaport to look at the "Waterfalls" temporary public art thing. From the edge of the pier there, you can see all four of the waterfalls clearly; it was immediately clear to me that the one at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side, worked better than the other three, I think because it has the solider backdrop. Overall, at least on a sunny afternoon, it's unimpressive: I shouldn't be looking at your fancy, expensive public art and thinking of how much better Multnomah Falls is. (At least, I doubt that was the artist's intention.)
Part of the difficulty is that it's difficult to make the East River look better, these days (the water may still be polluted, but what you see is a few random logs, some gulls, maybe a cormorant, and lots of bright shiny water. And the bridges themselves: the Brooklyn Bridge is also hard to improve on.
So, we looked at the bridges and the water features, and walked north a bit, and then over the Brooklyn Bridge, talking some, looking at the river and the harbor some, and they took pictures. We wound up sitting and chatting in an odd organic cafe on Henry Street. The smoothie I got there wasn't as good as the one I got on the streetcorner yesterday, but it wasn't bad, and they understand tea enough to have brought me a cup of tea, not a cup of hot water and a nearby teabag. Eventually, Rezendi had to go off to another appointment, and Roadnotes and I talked a bit more. Then I gave in to temptation, despite knowing it might be a bad idea: instead of getting on the train right there, I walked down to Atlantic Avenue and bought assorted interesting things (pistachios, olives, chocolate, teas, two kinds of duck pate, vanilla beans, two kinds of pita bread, and cucumber salad) at Sahadi's and Damascus Bakery. Then back to the A train, via my bank. My knee had been a bit unhappy by the time we started the bridge; by the time we were halfway from Cranberry Street to Atlantic Avenue, my right hip was bothering me. But we have determination, sometimes when it would be better not.
cattitude got on the same uptown A train I was on, which was pleasant; we brought my groceries home, plus milk and soda and beer from a nearby deli. I have taken two ibuprofen, taken off my shoes and enough clothes that I won't wander outside again without thinking, and am mostly going to spend the evening sitting down. The duck stuff, bread, and cucumber salad will make a nice summer dinner.
roadnotes, rezendi, and I met at the soon-to-close Strand Annex on Fulton Street, and then walked over to South Street Seaport to look at the "Waterfalls" temporary public art thing. From the edge of the pier there, you can see all four of the waterfalls clearly; it was immediately clear to me that the one at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge, on the Brooklyn side, worked better than the other three, I think because it has the solider backdrop. Overall, at least on a sunny afternoon, it's unimpressive: I shouldn't be looking at your fancy, expensive public art and thinking of how much better Multnomah Falls is. (At least, I doubt that was the artist's intention.)Part of the difficulty is that it's difficult to make the East River look better, these days (the water may still be polluted, but what you see is a few random logs, some gulls, maybe a cormorant, and lots of bright shiny water. And the bridges themselves: the Brooklyn Bridge is also hard to improve on.
So, we looked at the bridges and the water features, and walked north a bit, and then over the Brooklyn Bridge, talking some, looking at the river and the harbor some, and they took pictures. We wound up sitting and chatting in an odd organic cafe on Henry Street. The smoothie I got there wasn't as good as the one I got on the streetcorner yesterday, but it wasn't bad, and they understand tea enough to have brought me a cup of tea, not a cup of hot water and a nearby teabag. Eventually, Rezendi had to go off to another appointment, and Roadnotes and I talked a bit more. Then I gave in to temptation, despite knowing it might be a bad idea: instead of getting on the train right there, I walked down to Atlantic Avenue and bought assorted interesting things (pistachios, olives, chocolate, teas, two kinds of duck pate, vanilla beans, two kinds of pita bread, and cucumber salad) at Sahadi's and Damascus Bakery. Then back to the A train, via my bank. My knee had been a bit unhappy by the time we started the bridge; by the time we were halfway from Cranberry Street to Atlantic Avenue, my right hip was bothering me. But we have determination, sometimes when it would be better not.
cattitude got on the same uptown A train I was on, which was pleasant; we brought my groceries home, plus milk and soda and beer from a nearby deli. I have taken two ibuprofen, taken off my shoes and enough clothes that I won't wander outside again without thinking, and am mostly going to spend the evening sitting down. The duck stuff, bread, and cucumber salad will make a nice summer dinner.