Baked Apple.

110 yesterday at Yankee Stadium, they say. The AC is cranked up and we’re hunkered down for the duration.

Late afternoon view from our apartment

All worth it as this will be a four-for-four trip; we saw Angie and family before they fled to the Hamptons to cool down; Tina, John and Evie braved a day in the city to visit us for lunch and we will go out to CT tomorrow; Daniel has moved in with us at our apartment, which suggests we’ve done a better job of decorating here than they have at the Columbia dorms; and Taylor and Victoria (who is visiting him in WDC) are planning to come up and visit for the weekend. Lucky us!

We made breakfast for the Bookster in our tiny kitchen

The city is a bit deserted, and very little going on as far as the cultural scene, although I did see in today’s NYTimes that a few of the Real Housewives are scheduled to make an appearance at a local Barnes & Noble tomorrow, if that counts…

Jamesy!

Disco dancing is so 1980 - apres-bath nudie disc-dancing is the in thing

We’ve had a great time as usual, however. We’ve walked and walked this trip, most memorably on Saturday when we crossed from the west side of the Park to the east and had brunch at the Central Park Boathouse, overlooking the lake where hardier souls rowed rental boats while we sipped our iced tea on the restaurant veranda. The food was MUCH improved over our last visit there a few years back.

Central Park Boathouse

We were also fortunate to hear one of the country’s most eminent pastors, Tim Keller, preach on Sunday at Church of the Redeemer’s west side service – just two blocks from our apartment. Keller’s book, The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism was a New York Times best-seller.

According to Booklist, Keller's book "just made life harder for preaching atheists"

Last Sunday’s sermon was focused on explaining the nature of the Holy Spirit, which was a big favor for me, since I grew up Roman Catholic hearing about “the Holy Ghost” and was convinced that some terrifying guy in a giant Casper-the-ghost suit was going to pounce at any moment.

Speaking of religious experiences, tonight is the Lady GaGa concert at Madison Square Garden, and Daniel has Row K tickets, thanks to his very generous parents and very connected brother-in-law. Thanks again, Bobby!

Poker Face

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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2 Responses to Baked Apple.

  1. Katherine says:

    Really, I live my life around your blog. Just ordered Lady Gaga and _The Reason for God_ .

    I draw the line at taking up naked disc dancing though.

  2. El Duque' Grande' says:

    Hard to integrate Tim Keller, disc dancing, Boat Houses, Real Housewives and Miss GaGa; but lo and behold, the Chicken Lady has done just that!

    Great being married to a person of such diverse interests. But in the end, all things considered, life is just a bowl of cherries. Or maybe a root beer float. But I get ahead of myself, but how is that possible when I seem so far behind? I think I need a prolonged session in the coop, contemplating Emilia’s next moves.

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