Not sure.
But I am sure of just how good it is for me. God, but I do love this place.
At 9 o'clock there's a three year old boy named Jackson chasing bubbles being blown by his mom and gramma, and at 10 o'clock there's a cute Asian couple - both in red - relaxing in the sun. At 11 o'clock there's a middle-aged business man who's just plopped down on the lawn reading his Daily News. In fact, everywhere I look people are engaged in their own sort of meditation... or medication.
I was talking to Toni today and told her that I wasn't sure I'd live in New York forever, but in moments like this I can't imagine living anywhere else. The thought that anyone would reaaly want to live here is still ridiculous to her - she doesn't understand. She's a country girl at heart, though I suspect the fact that she was working on a project across the river in Jersey on September 11th has a little something to do with it. I'll win her over to my way of thinking, someday. It's inevitable.
I've just been struck by the fact that, as I look around my immediate vicinity, there are no Beautiful People® to be seen. They're all regular folk, just hanging out. I wonder if perhaps it's No Annoying Beautiful People Day in the park? I kid, of course. I actually like the eye candy folk... even if they are annoyingly self-possessed and seem like they're without a care in the world in addition to being blessed with good genes.
My goodness, I just saw a guy wail a frisbee nearly half way across the meadow, south to north. That's impressive, my friends. His throwing partner was right where it came down, too, so apparently this wasn't an unexpected feat. He must be some kinda champion Frisbee Guy, or something.
Ah, the amazing variety of people to be had in New York City.
I really shouldn't be hanging out in the park, tonight. I should be at home, catching up on some cleaning, and getting my laundry ready for drop-off tomorrow morning. Jeez, but I have a lot of crap to get done before heading off to Pittsburgh.
Yet again, I'm looking at a train trip. Oy. Sadly, the money I was expecting didn't hit my account soon enough to make buying a plane ticket affordable, so I'm looking at another long-ass train ride. This one starts at 12:15 p.m., and doesn't end until 11:00 p.m. The good thing, though, is that it's a weekday trip, mid-day, and shouldn't be too crowded. I'll just have to go out of my way not to fall asleep on the train, or I'll be awake all night after I arrive. That would suck.
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