I consider myself a very lucky person and, in spite of doubts I have expressed here about moving to the woods, I wouldn’t have it any other way! Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I drove into the city for a family brunch at Josie’s, a restaurant that accommodates vegans and carnivores alike. Parking is always an issue so I was surprised to find a spot on West 89th Street. There were posted signs “No Parking Saturday.” Several weeks ago I bypassed these spots since no one else was parked there but this time I thought it would be safe on Sunday. Again, no one else was parked there but after I pulled in so did a whole bunch of cars behind me. After meeting Michael and Allison at their apartment and saying hi to Fiona and Tes (the cats), we walked west on 89th street on our way to meet Rachel, Dave, and Riley at a playground on 77th street not far from the restaurant. As we passed my car, there was a guy on the street telling people not to park there, that almost every Sunday parking tickets are given out because there’s “No Parking Anytime,” as one sign said, to accommodate construction vehicles. So, into the car we went to find another space. Fortunately, we parked close to the restaurant and the playground — my lucky day!
While we were eating brunch, a mother and daughter sat down next to us. The mother, an elderly woman wearing a huge yellow hat to match her yellow suit, was obviously dressed up for the occasion. She showed me her Mother’s Day card and exclaimed, “Isn’t it beautiful?!” It was. And she was so proud of the card and her daughter. It was a sweet thing for her to want to share what she thought was especially pretty and special. I was touched and love that she wanted to share her delight with us. After brunch we did some shopping along Columbus Avenue heading up to the green market and arts and crafts market outside the Museum of Natural History. What an absolutely glorious day with so many people out and about on what turned out to be the nicest weather weekend in a long, long time. The green market had everything from ostrich, bison, and goat to gluten-free baked goods and locally grown vegetables.
The arts and crafts market was another story. Much like any gathering of vendors anywhere in the country, there was jewelry, paintings, photos, pottery, handmade soaps, clothing, and recycled glass things. Dave calls it upcycling. Taking colored Citron bottles, for example, and putting a pump on the top or used wine bottles made into other things. You know what I’m talking about. We stopped at one booth where there were several beautifully painted large vases. I looked at one as did another woman and we both realized they were plastic. Of course it was the art on the vase that was important and it was beautiful. She asked the elderly man who was clearly responsible for the booth how much the vases were and he replied, “$3000.” She said she didn’t think she heard him right and could he please repeat it. “$3000,” he said. I guess you can ask whatever you want for art but someone has to be willing to pay it and I suspect that the artist did not make any sales that day.
A perfect day with family in New York City. It is days like this that reinforce the decision to be within a reasonable drive to one of the greatest cities in the world. That it’s also close to my children goes without saying. It was also nice to get back to the quiet and serenity (until the tourists and summer folks arrive) of the Pennsylvania woods. Today I’m driving to Fishkill, New York, to have lunch with my cousin who lives in Connecticut. It’s the best of both worlds and I feel lucky.