Everyone in NY is breathing a sigh of relief. The weather is insanely gorgeous, like the type of weather that makes you want to twirl around like Mary Tyler Moore and not care how silly you might look. Last night coming home from a class picnic, Claudine and I skipped down the street holding hands in the waning light. It was already dark by 7:30. This is why New Yorkers put up with potentially crappy weather in the summer and winter, just so that we can enjoy this perfect type of weather. The kind that makes you feel alive, glad to be a New Yorker and want to put on a Woody Allen movie just so that you can say, yeah, I live there, and it’s as amazing as it looks in the movies.
We are finally getting into the rhythm of school drop offs and pickups and it regulates our schedule. It also gets me out of the house and walking, which is like, important, since I don’t really get into the habit of exercising on any sort of regular basis. The walk to Claudine’s school is long. It’s really only 4 and a half blocks, but they are long city blocks and it’s equivalent to three quarters of a mile. Mia did the walk when she was that age a couple of times a week for 2 years and Claudine is now doing it too, but she is slow and stops a lot. It’s hard to imagine that just a few months ago we were still pushing her in a stroller, but we are done now for real. We gave that stroller away. We are REALLY stroller free.
p.s. Did you know that there is a beach in the Bronx? Orchard Beach near City Island. Never been there until last Friday. There weren’t too many people out, but I did enjoy relaxing to the soundtrack of 70s and early 80s disco as played on a boombox by the local (I’m assuming) DJs in wife beater tees.