Lunch with family

cattitude and I had lunch with my mother today. Better, with my mother, my favorite aunt, and said aunt's husband and his mother. Smoked fish, bagels, cream cheese, tea, and conversation.

Then the three of us went for a walk, because it was a gorgeous afternoon, and Cattitude and I were both much in need of sunlight. We walked through Peter Cooper Village to the East River, where there's a narrow park called Stuyvesant Cove (mostly a paved walkway, with benches and some minimal plantings). My foot twinged while we were walking, so we turned back after a total of half a mile or so. We ambled back, detouring slightly to get a closer look at an impressive (and, I am told, new) fountain in Stuyvesant Town, which I noticed because it caught the sunlight. I was impressed as much that it was running in winter--even on a warm winter day--as by how high it leapt.

Unfortunately, when we were close to my aunt's again, my left hip started to hurt. Sitting down and resting--and drinking more tea--helped; I thought the muscle relaxant and painkiller had as well, until we got up to walk home. We actually took the crosstown bus (Cattitude doesn't like buses, so we would have walked if it had been comfortable for me). The walk back from the A train to my home was Not Fun. I am now sitting down. I am also reading LJ, posting this, and drinking hot chocolate, but mostly I am sitting still, and contemplating more Canadian painkillers.

Lunch with family

cattitude and I had lunch with my mother today. Better, with my mother, my favorite aunt, and said aunt's husband and his mother. Smoked fish, bagels, cream cheese, tea, and conversation.

Then the three of us went for a walk, because it was a gorgeous afternoon, and Cattitude and I were both much in need of sunlight. We walked through Peter Cooper Village to the East River, where there's a narrow park called Stuyvesant Cove (mostly a paved walkway, with benches and some minimal plantings). My foot twinged while we were walking, so we turned back after a total of half a mile or so. We ambled back, detouring slightly to get a closer look at an impressive (and, I am told, new) fountain in Stuyvesant Town, which I noticed because it caught the sunlight. I was impressed as much that it was running in winter--even on a warm winter day--as by how high it leapt.

Unfortunately, when we were close to my aunt's again, my left hip started to hurt. Sitting down and resting--and drinking more tea--helped; I thought the muscle relaxant and painkiller had as well, until we got up to walk home. We actually took the crosstown bus (Cattitude doesn't like buses, so we would have walked if it had been comfortable for me). The walk back from the A train to my home was Not Fun. I am now sitting down. I am also reading LJ, posting this, and drinking hot chocolate, but mostly I am sitting still, and contemplating more Canadian painkillers.