Solid core, sore limbs

That's the result of a good solid workout followed by lots of walking around, first to rendezvous with porcinea and then in company with her.

I took the train down to Chinatown post-exercise, as I often do, ate lunch, and then started heading toward the Williamsburg Bridge, because that's how she was walking into Manhattan. From Canal and Lafayette, this meant going basically east. Along the way, I found a street vendor who had bright-colored pony-tail holders at ten for a dollar; two dollars got all the royal blue ones, the one purple, and green and black to make up 20. (Some of these are for papersky.) I detoured slightly south, in the hope of ginger ice cream and tangerine sorbet, but the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory was out of both. No matter, it was more "this is a nice day for ice cream" than still being hungry. East to the Bowery, where I managed to reach Porcinea's cell phone (reception is spotty over the East River) and tell her what I was doing. I took the M103 bus north to save some walking and time, figuring I'd get off at Delancey; overshot; and walked south from Houston Street.

We wandered, she bought fabric, and after a bit we found the Sara D. Roosevelt Playground (Delancey and Forsyth), which Xander (whose LJ username I forget) quite enjoyed. She and I also played on the equipment for a while, with him; when we arrived there was nobody else using the playground. I alternated between climbing on things, enjoying swinging bridges, and even briefly pulling myself up on a ring (I suspect this goes against the PT's warning not to lift things above shoulder height, though I haven't actually checked), and sitting on the bench, talking to P. and resting my feet and knee. A little before three, the playground suddenly filled with other children; Xander continued to play happily, while P. watched him and I sat with her. Most of them were older than he is, I think, but not a lot older.

Eventually it became important that Porcinea hadn't had lunch, so we set out in the general direction of Pearl Paint, with food as the interim destination. We ate dumplings, I drank watermelon and ice, Xander refused to eat noodles, and eventually had obviously had enough so we paid and left. Pearl Paint provided P's t-square and some children's art supplies, and two cheap pens to replace one I lost on the flight from O'Hare to JFK a fortnight ago.

I also bought some ginger root on Elizabeth Street. I tried to get two pieces, that being as much as I think I'll use while it's still fresh. The man insisted on throwing in a third; apparently his minimum purchase is 25 cents. I gave it to Porcinea, so she can use it rather than me throwing it away later.

By the time I'd gotten to the A train, my right knee was not happy; I took some ibuprofen on the way home, and am hoping for the best. Fortunately, I was already planning to take it easy tomorrow (physically, that is: I have things to do, but they can be done sitting down at this desk).

Side note: someone in the weight room at the gym was talking on his cell phone, somewhat loudly. I'd thought about asking him to lower his voice, but didn't. When he ended the call, I said something like "I leave mine in my locker so they can't do that to me" and he said it was for work, he couldn't, because of the scheduling he needs to do. He teaches Spanish and Portuguese, and apparently has lots of people trying to get lessons at the last minute. And we talked a bit about different kinds of freelancing (if I edit one MS for someone, repeat business is nice, but the work stands on its own, whereas if someone doesn't take a significant number of lessons from him, they're not going to learn enough for it to be of much value) and language and such. All rather cheerful, though I still could have done with less overhearing of him telling a third party how long he was going to be at the gym.

( gym numbers, as has become traditional )

Solid core, sore limbs

That's the result of a good solid workout followed by lots of walking around, first to rendezvous with porcinea and then in company with her.

I took the train down to Chinatown post-exercise, as I often do, ate lunch, and then started heading toward the Williamsburg Bridge, because that's how she was walking into Manhattan. From Canal and Lafayette, this meant going basically east. Along the way, I found a street vendor who had bright-colored pony-tail holders at ten for a dollar; two dollars got all the royal blue ones, the one purple, and green and black to make up 20. (Some of these are for papersky.) I detoured slightly south, in the hope of ginger ice cream and tangerine sorbet, but the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory was out of both. No matter, it was more "this is a nice day for ice cream" than still being hungry. East to the Bowery, where I managed to reach Porcinea's cell phone (reception is spotty over the East River) and tell her what I was doing. I took the M103 bus north to save some walking and time, figuring I'd get off at Delancey; overshot; and walked south from Houston Street.

We wandered, she bought fabric, and after a bit we found the Sara D. Roosevelt Playground (Delancey and Forsyth), which Xander (whose LJ username I forget) quite enjoyed. She and I also played on the equipment for a while, with him; when we arrived there was nobody else using the playground. I alternated between climbing on things, enjoying swinging bridges, and even briefly pulling myself up on a ring (I suspect this goes against the PT's warning not to lift things above shoulder height, though I haven't actually checked), and sitting on the bench, talking to P. and resting my feet and knee. A little before three, the playground suddenly filled with other children; Xander continued to play happily, while P. watched him and I sat with her. Most of them were older than he is, I think, but not a lot older.

Eventually it became important that Porcinea hadn't had lunch, so we set out in the general direction of Pearl Paint, with food as the interim destination. We ate dumplings, I drank watermelon and ice, Xander refused to eat noodles, and eventually had obviously had enough so we paid and left. Pearl Paint provided P's t-square and some children's art supplies, and two cheap pens to replace one I lost on the flight from O'Hare to JFK a fortnight ago.

I also bought some ginger root on Elizabeth Street. I tried to get two pieces, that being as much as I think I'll use while it's still fresh. The man insisted on throwing in a third; apparently his minimum purchase is 25 cents. I gave it to Porcinea, so she can use it rather than me throwing it away later.

By the time I'd gotten to the A train, my right knee was not happy; I took some ibuprofen on the way home, and am hoping for the best. Fortunately, I was already planning to take it easy tomorrow (physically, that is: I have things to do, but they can be done sitting down at this desk).

Side note: someone in the weight room at the gym was talking on his cell phone, somewhat loudly. I'd thought about asking him to lower his voice, but didn't. When he ended the call, I said something like "I leave mine in my locker so they can't do that to me" and he said it was for work, he couldn't, because of the scheduling he needs to do. He teaches Spanish and Portuguese, and apparently has lots of people trying to get lessons at the last minute. And we talked a bit about different kinds of freelancing (if I edit one MS for someone, repeat business is nice, but the work stands on its own, whereas if someone doesn't take a significant number of lessons from him, they're not going to learn enough for it to be of much value) and language and such. All rather cheerful, though I still could have done with less overhearing of him telling a third party how long he was going to be at the gym.

( gym numbers, as has become traditional )

Aww

During the afternoon, I mentioned to porcinea that between general con busy-ness and not seeing adrian_turtle as often as I'd like, I hadn't gotten enough sleep that weekend. She told me that every time she'd seen us, we'd "looked so pleased," with matching grins.

I hadn't known it was that consistently visible. I'm pleased.

Aww

During the afternoon, I mentioned to porcinea that between general con busy-ness and not seeing adrian_turtle as often as I'd like, I hadn't gotten enough sleep that weekend. She told me that every time she'd seen us, we'd "looked so pleased," with matching grins.

I hadn't known it was that consistently visible. I'm pleased.