blue skies, smiling at me / nothing but blue skies, do i see. / blue birds, singing a song / nothing but blue birds, all day long.
I was taking a walk with someone a day or two ago who looked up at the beautiful cloudless sky and said “the sky looked exactly like this on September 11.” This time of year, in this city, perfect days with cloudless blue skies call that to mind, I guess. That kind of juxtaposition is often associated with tragedy, and I guess it just magnifies everything so much…..there we were, just having a good time, when out of the blue….
Anyway. It’s another gorgeous day, with cloudless blue skies, and I’m so grateful for it. My nasty-ass summer cold is finally starting to ebb, after a solid week, so good things seem even brighter. The sun is out, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful, and so are you, even if your name isn’t Prudence. In honor of the beautiful day, I offer you two versions of musical blue skies. One version, Willie Nelson’s cover of Blue Skies, is a bluesy melancholy-tinged version and the other, ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky is right up your alley if you’re feeling sunny and happy. I aim to please, no matter where you may be emotionally!
Also! One sleeve down, and I’m super-motivated to knock the second sleeve out as fast as I can because I’ve got my Vodka Gimlet yarn coming, and I want to wear this sweet little cardigan while I can:
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- sleeve 1, woo-hoo!
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- the band is 1×1 ribbing, to prevent the stockinette roll.
saturday in the park i think it was the 4th of july. no, wait, that’s not right.
I return there again and again – partly because (as I’ve said so many times) it’s practically my backyard, but also because I love it, and find it beautiful and always worth walking through. I just took a little steamy walk through Riverside Park (hey! not that kind of steamy….. steamy because it’s muggy and there’s not much of a breeze).
I passed one of the many playground areas and I was struck by the kids. There were 4 little girls, all unrelated to each other, black brown and white, and they were all wearing pink. Two little boys, neither of whom were wearing pink.
Anyway. Take a walk with me.
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- steamy summer saturday in riverside park
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- what the young ‘uns do in the park
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- Peter Pan Dad – he’s either a great dad, or a strange man.
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- sharp and pointy
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- i love the wrinkly skin of plane trees. This looks like my knee, with the sagging skin above the knee. Well, kind of.
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- she was a charmer, a charmer of highest degree (anyone know the song?)
Now I’m making three loaves of ciabatta, working on my website, and getting ready to knit. Saturdays are awesome.
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where the hell IS everybody?
riverside park
That photo was taken today – Saturday, a summer Saturday, at 1:30. It’s 87 degrees, calm winds. Really nice! SO WHERE IS EVERYONE?
This is New York City! Crowded, teeming New York City. BUT: This is New York City in the summer. It really empties out, at least in the parts of town where people live. I’m sure Times Square is its usual bloated bleeting mass of tennis-shoed, fanny-packing, camera-wielding humanity, but luckily, I don’t have to go there.
Parking is easy – spots everywhere. Sidewalks aren’t crowded. Parks are pretty empty. New Yorkers go to the beach – the Jersey shore, out to the Hamptons, anywhere there’s a spot to lie down with water nearby. And luckily, since I live on an island and am surrounded by other islands and a coastline on the Atlantic, there are lots of options. I usually sneak onto the private beach in one of the Hamptons during the summer.
Me, though, as a pale-skinned very white woman, I’m delighted to sit indoors, watch the sun streaming through my white curtains, bake something yummy, watch something engrossing, and knit my brains out. I’m so easy.
Here’s some summer music for you:
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