April 08, 2006
Waiting for nothing
Spending the rainy afternoon indoors, listening to old MC Solaar, reading why megapixel envy is sometimes unfounded, about the seven levels of photography, about Suzanne Vega's recent marriage in February, about the engagement of a food blogger, and spending time in front of my newly calibrated monitor. Confined to this small space, I didn't think it would have mattered much if we were somewhere else. Well - as long as I have my muses, access to Colombian coffee, a view of people caught in the rain, the knowledge that our 843-acre backyard is just a ten-minute walk away, and great pizza just across the street. We could go out for ice cream, but we chose not to. We could stroll along the East River, but we thought not today. Being together is a luxury that I've realised not to be taken for granted. And today, we simply chose to be indoors.
The kids didn't seem to mind, both managing naps - a sign of a good day. Loaded with oreos, they wore themselves out running around the apartment. Nothing broke. Azmina had a craving for brocolli and it quickly became an excuse to go to the supermarket in the rain. She ended up having a tomato instead, prefering that to carefully butter-sauteed brocolli. We continue to be amused by Farizah's use of "thank keww" as an expression of appreciation, and by the kids' helplessness after given a thorough tickle.
Posted by quickness at April 8, 2006 04:55 PM
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