sunny sunday

i think it's fairly safe to say that yesterday was one of the most beautiful days on record; for this year, certainly. and pleasant, as well. i was ambushed in the park by one of my favorite companions, caught unawares with a cosmo in one hand and a trashy novel in the other...i can no longer pretend that i am a lady of high culture. not that i ever did, but now the option is lost to me should the whim ever strike me.

but that is neither here nor there.

another altogether too pleasant weekend to add to the pile. pulp exhibit at the brooklyn museum, show saturday night of one of my favorite bands with the boy...(and i never cease to be fascinated by how astute he is). lazy sunday morning and parkness, john cleese and sushi. we watched little leaguers on the west side diamonds, so young and so small that most reached barely to my knee. the innings seemed endless, with strike zones the size of canteloupes and bunted home runs.

all told, my words won't do justice to the niceness of the day, which was sun and warmth and pleasure to the nth degree; i lack the words to adequately express.

but it makes me sleep well at night.