Friday, I left work early and wandered around the West Village with Joe. We found the perfect dog, Marvin. That puppy place is dangerous. They’ll get you if you’re not careful.
The juicer was christened with kale, celery, carrots, ginseng, bananas (we found out later, when we read up on “what not to do” that bananas are never supposed to be juiced), and parsley. The juice was disgusting but we drank all of it and it did give us a rush for about half an hour. There was some sprinting upstairs thanks to kale. Incidentally, my entire kitchen was covered in kale, which stains. (Here’s a beautiful picture of one of the nice designs that kale made on my counter.) Thanks, mom and dad for the juicer. More updates on my juicing life later.
Joe and I took the Staten Island Ferry, which was perfect. No idea why, but there was a beautiful fireworks display over the Statue of Liberty. Very romantic, almost silly how romantic.
After leaving Ellen, David, and Aimee, I headed over to Chinatown to have my very first bath since moving to the city (not counting the baths I've taken at Kimberley's in Boston). Alyssa let me borrow her tub and I was in heaven. I forget how my ADD really subsides when I'm soaking in the tub. I read some more of Drown and managed to release some of the tension in my shoulders. Then Alyssa and I had ice cream and watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls.
Tomorrow my big plans are to get writing done, do my usual Monday things (Trader Joes/library/etc) and maybe see Aimee and/or Maggie in the evening. I know I've been slacking on the blog and I'm going to try to write more often.
It's all about the wall calendar.
