too late to enjoy the early morning calm. Sevi likes going these days
because she brings along her wallet and wants to get snacks. She
ended up with Pirate's Booty. We took the new used pink stroller,
which she feels awkward on, and Hart raced ahead kicking methodically
on his little scooter. Still only 85% convinced he'll stop at a
street corner. After the Coop and returning home, went to work,
picked up Hart from Rebecca at John Jay after swim class, brought him
back, fed him a croissant sandwich with turkey avocado and mayo, after
half of which he announced he wanted to nap. Reb and Sevi came home,
I went back to work. Returned from work at 4:30, made everyone a
green smoothie from kale, apple, some grapes, a banana and some
squeezed lemon. Intriguing how something about this combination
evokes the taste of cinnamon. Sevi and Hart mostly blew bubbles in,
then we all went across the park to the Carrousel for the bday party
of Isabella, a little friend of Hart's from last year at Brooklyn Free
Space. After some slight alienation not really knowing many people--
and being told by the soft grey haired Italian guy who runs it that we
weren't part of the private party - for which he later apologized sort
of - we rode the Caroussel, found some noisemakers, kicked a ball, and
walked home just as night was falling. Before leaving, struck up
conversation with Isabella's dad, who started a failed nightclub in
Red Hook, called the Hook, now in real estate. I thought he might
help us locate a defunct gas station somewhere on the outskirts
suitable for the PSEC (Park Slope Ethanol Coop) fuel station. He
seemed interested. (Richard T. Burke - Ideal Properties Group rburke@idealpropertiesgroup.com
718-840-2757)
Also, interesting moment of tension when some kids (outside the
enclosure around this "private" bday party) accidentally broke a beer
bottle, and a little kid nervously tried to make light of it by
picking up the dangling broken glass stuck together by the label. A
parent leapt up and cautioned him not to do it. The kid's own parent sauntered
over and barked at the kid. Something about the barrier was awful and
added to the tension. I was thinking to myself how appalling the
whole idea of the "ownership society" was in light of the misery and
tension exemplified here. We will all sooner or later be dead, and
this unpleasantness was a stain on the day.
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