Home from NYC, briefly. Leaving again tomorrow for LA, where daughter, Angela, is participating in her first triathlon. Have had nary a moment with the chickens, although when the CE and I greeted them yesterday morning after being away for a week, he thought they were saying hello to us. There was a distinct change to their inflection, almost a cooing sound. They like us! They really like us!
Lily is not pictured because she was standing behind me trying to untie the strings of the apron I wear when I’m cleaning out their coop in the morning. All four are doing great and enjoyed a nice breakfast of grass clippings this morning. Life is good!
Gotta run, but one last New York memory before I go. As we trudged around our new NYC neighborhood after going to the Yankees game on Labor Day, we came upon a tiny square of green. Lo and behold, it was Dante Park, so named for the author who has kept me in Purgatorio all summer. Here he is looking over my shoulder.
I finished the book on the plane! Yippee!
Thinking of all New Yorkers today. We will never forget.