While Rebecca prepared for her Leonard Lopate interview, I took the
kids over to David & Francesca's on this pleasant fairly cool and
sunny Saturday. With Sarah, David, Sevi Hart and I lashed a ladder to
the Jeep and drove to the tree on 18th Street and 8th ave. Not one
apple to be seen. So we drove over to the tree on Eastern Parkway.
Barely any, not worth getting out of the car. So we drove to Prospect
Place right down the street from 121, where we picked a half bushel of
the tree bearing lumpy mutants, many with rotten spots. Pretty
pathetic. Over by 14th street we went out to a Spanish-American
restaurant, then we brought Sarah back with us for the balance of the
day while David and Francesca drove out of the city to a party. At a
block party on 2nd Street I ran into Kris Sandine and spouse, who sold
me a pink scooter for $3 which is appropriate for Sevi. Not as simpe
as Hart's yet not as tippy as standard-issue Razor model. Ran into
Bob Axelrod who was setting up tempura painting for kids, and his
spouse Eva Zelig, who was selling tchotchkes. We all went to the Pi
playground, where Sevi and Sarah amused themselves stealing my brown
fishing hat and Hart rode the scooter. Came back here for a dinner of
leftovers. David Simpson came over to pick up some kefir grains I had
split off for him, and to give me the tapes of the Ethanol Coop he
shot earlier in the week. Went over to my cluttered office at work and
finished the film on Romare Bearden's "Southern Sensibility". Will
try to get in the habit of describing days.