It’s no secret…
(Jon, Kenan, and I ate breakfast at this diner in Afton that was pretty much the most perfect thing ever. We stopped at the Quickway diner on the way up, and the Roscoe coffeeshop on the way down. I’m happy just thinking about it a week later.)
No secret indeed that I love Upstate New York. Last weekend Jon and Keenan and Lady Grey and I went up to visit Na’aleh. We stayed in the ghost town of a site that Na’aleh is in the off season, and did pretty much everything we did all summer, but compressed into a day and a half: we went to 2 bars and three diners, bought used junk at an “antique store,” ate ice cream at the Treats and Eats, and went to Frog Pond Farms and saw the largest pumpkin ever:
I don’t mean this to be just a rattling off of things done. It’s just that these away weekends have been wonderful and the folks that I’ve spent them with have made me really happy.
This string of upstate adventures is over for a little while (especially since the trees are bare and the drives are that much less lovely). I can focus on here for a bit.
Filed under The World, food | Comment (0)It’s fall.
I skipped a class last week, which meant that I got to leave my house at 10 rather than 8 (to make it to Columbia for my 11am). It was so nice to walk to the subway when all the shops were actually open, seeing folks ambling about the neighbourhood. I stopped to get coffee and a bagel at the place that I like, and the gal behind the counter knew everyone’s name and their order–I think that this is really starting to feel like my ‘hood.
And then this morning it was really sunny and chilly as I biked over the Williamsburg bridge listening to Herman Dune. Small pleasures.
Assorted news:
Kurt and I got a kitten. Her name is now Ossington and we’re calling her Ozzy. I have become That Person who photographs her cat:
Lindsey came out to New York and she and I and Hollis went up to Rhinebeck for the New York State Sheep and Yarn Festival. We bought sock yarn and watched a knitting-with-chopsticks contest and pet some sheep and went to a Ravelry party. We camped near Pougkeepsie. I’m doing a pretty good job of exploring New York State and environs, I think. A better job than I ever did of understanding Ontario.
Here’s Hollis, folding some yarn:
(you can see Hollis in the first photo here, at the epicentre of yarn-and-blog fame.)
And here’s Lindsey on the Poughkeepsie riverfront:
something I’ve been meaning to tell you
1. So after we made peanut butter, we made jam:
2. And then we all made bread;
3. And then we all made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
4. We made some cheese:
And Danny got all excited and wanted to make cheese all the time.
5. Jon crossed the road with a sign:
6. Graeme came to visit; he caught a chicken and brought it home:
7. Then Graeme and I went to the Museum of Glass in Corning NY:
8. I moved to New York! I live on the Fth floor:
sweet subway story
This is a super-lovely NYT illustrated story about the author’s children, who love the New York City subway.
The illustration above goes with the line
Filed under things | Comment (0)Arthur spends hours studying the subway map. He laughs at his mother when she suggests taking the B on a weekend. The only questions he has are about the pronunciation of some station names.
