Past few days...

This will be a "blogging random" type post.

1. I saw a pigeon with one foot the other day. Like one orange bird foot and one pirate-like stump. He was doing okay, though, just hanging out at the Smith/9th Street train station and looking for food. I don't hate pigeons like most people do. I'm okay with their dirty little existence. It's not like they mean to be dirty.

2. Yesterday was the New York City marathon. It comes right through Greenpoint (mile 12 out of 26.2) and we stood at the sidelines and cheered for the runners. It was pretty cool when Darth Vader, Leah, a Wookie and a Storm Trooper all ran by together (in full costume.) Most people have their names on their shirts so you can shout for them, so I spent a few minutes yelling "Go Tony!" and "Go Katie!" at people I didn't know. They were nonetheless appreciative.

3. We went to the MOMA to see Georges Seurat's drawings. They were stunning. Most were done in black conte crayon and it was absolutely bewildering what can be achieved with shadow and light on a simple piece of paper. I was inspired. I was also inspired by our visit to the MOMA museum cafe, which is one of my favorite food places. Crazy, I know. But it has such treatsy food and my mouth is watering even now just thinking of that hearts of Romaine salad with sun-dried tomatoes and toasted pine nuts. Mmmm.

4. I spent yesterday evening trying to make a stuffed raccoon. It was difficult because the fabric was stiff and didn't want to turn right-side-out after I was finished sewing. The finished product is not as cute as the example here. (I was making Clauss the Raccoon as a sample for our craft store. I though we needed an actual sample.) You should check out the rest of the website though, cause it has super cute stuff.

5. Not sure if you all know this or not, but I am officially "with child", as they say. Whoever "they" are. I'm somewhere around 13 weeks (like 3 months) and we're excited to raise a kid in New York. Who needs a backyard when you have the Museum of Natural History? Who needs money when there are hundreds of thousands of dollars in loans waiting to pay for a private school education? Who needs a real bedroom when every other kid in Brooklyn lives in a room the size of a shoebox? Despite the rigors we face, we are happy and hope for the rest of the pregnancy to be easy. We'll freak out when the child actually arrives and we have to pretend to know what we're doing.

Thats' all the news that's fit to print today.