What did you do last weekend, Andrea? Just took a little trip to New York. No big deal… It was a perfect storm moment: frequent flier miles, Telfer's schedule, a short run for a new production of Death of a Salesman and a lovely sister-in-law. I flew on Friday morning and then came back by the end of naptime on Sunday afternoon. A very quick trip but Eleanor and I managed to cram a lot of eating (and walking) into 1.3 days.
Then on Saturday: Brooklyn Flea, lobster rolls, Death of a Salesman (absolutely the most powerful thing I have ever seen on stage), nuts!, walking from 47th to 114th streets, Fatty Crab for a mid-afternoon drink and pork belly/watermelon, Book Culture, Absolute Bagels for a dozen to bring home to Telfer & the girls, Westside Market for black & white cookies, Riverside Park, a glimpse of St. John the Divine, our old apartment building. Then back down to Brooklyn to drop off bags and then across the Brooklyn Bridge and dinner someplace wonderful back in Brooklyn.
On Sunday: a quick walk and then to the airport. I did manage to look up just in time to see the NASA plane with the space shuttle attached to the top. Flying without children is a blessed event. I read a whole novel on the way back with little naps interspersed. Heavenly. Telfer and the girls had a great time while I was gone. And now, I have these reserves of patience and kindess from just getting away for a little while.
Being back in the city was a strange and wonderful experience. In some ways it feels like I never left and that a baby Cate and Telfer and Henry were just back in our apartment. This is on the sentimental side, but I never really said a proper good-bye to New York. I left our apartment by ambulance and then Telfer moved us out without me. Then the hospital and three months later we finally left the city with our tiny little Jane. Basically, it was nice to be with Eleanor, walking around like a normal person.