It’s cold but good out there, people, don’t be fooled by those lying little shoots of green and spring colors in the shop windows. Spring is never coming, no matter how many brightly-colored new shirts I buy.
I’ve been namby-pambying back and forth over whether we should get the NY Times Weekend delivered. One the one hand, I love cozying up with Week in Review. On the other hand, wow, that’s a lot of dead trees!
Walking in our park (yes it is ours, you may walk in it if you’d like) I looked at our beautiful multi-borough view and LO! There was a giant yellow and blue thing squatting in Red Hook. Brooklyn IKEA! Verily, have you come to pass? Will I be able to resist your siren call much longer? Especially when I’ve got stewardship of my mom’s car in May? Magic 8 Ball says no.
Things that are righteous awesome: chili night, library books, being twenty pounds lighter, Nano growling at himself during solo tug-of-war, spring trips, checking off to-do lists.
Things that should man up: spring, our television and its mysterious turny-offy disease, mealy apples, ABC spring programming already.




There is a newly christened Ikea rather near to us as well. Though I have not yet indulged either, I can tell it won’t be long.
Mainly I’m awaiting my tax refund. Then, THEN! Ikea will be mine!
Wow, everything in your world sounds so lovely!! I’m glad to hear that you are doing so well
…they’ll melt your face.
Twenty pounds? Verily, I need thy secret!
(and it is still freezing on this side of the pond too)
You go with your twenty pounds! That is awesome. Also, thank you for the park-walking permission.
And the points go to Mr. Pete.
Twenty pounds? TWENTY POUNDS!!!
I like points.
It’s not spring in Brooklyn until the streets are lined with white-flowered trees that smell like semen. AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT.
Kate, I really don’t know about YOUR neighborhood.
Or your sense of smell.