Don’t be fooled by these cheerful tulips ’cause the weekend was cold. Beautiful and sunny, yes, but still cold. The girls and I hibernated indoors, giving the house a good cleaning and ventured outside Sunday, only to get bagels. We were happy to see that our neighborhood farmer’s market around the corner had reopened outside. We bought carrots and apples and the girls sampled any food that was offered, including small cups of freshly made pasta, duck pate, pickles and cheese.
Mark closed out the last indoor Brooklyn Flea of the year before it moves outdoors this Saturday. The weather isn’t looking good, cold with possible freezing rain, and we totally forgot to get our tent from storage (um, my parent’s house), so he’ll have to find time to drive all the way out to Long Island to get it before Saturday morning. This marks the start of the obsessive weekend weather watch. Miraculously, while it was scorching hot last year during summer, we managed to escape any rain on the weekends all outdoor Flea season long. Let’s knock on wood that the winds will change the forecast this Saturday. Speaking of the Flea, I talked on a panel at the Brooklyn Public Library with other Flea people about its role as a food business incubator and surprisingly had a lot to say. You know what? We just try to get by and make it through each day, that sometimes the obvious doesn’t really sink in. We’re business owners. I mean, duh, right? But it sort of hit me in a way it had never before, sitting up there on stage with a mic. People were asking us questions about stuff as if we knew what we were talking about and had insightful things to share. It was sort of surreal.