Sometimes I think that I should change my little header up there because it seems like I tell all and then I find myself pre-editing in my head just how much I am willing to share before I actually sit down to write. This same guarded lady is about to burst something if this house doesn't sell soon. I can't stand the strangers browsing through my house!!! Tomorow there is another realtor open house. Bite me.
I took Evan and Josh to Brooklyn this weekend to buy Evan a long board for his birthday. Since I was going all the way to Brooklyn, I stopped by the old neighborhood (it's been almost 14 years!) and took a little walk with the kids. It was great seeing my old building (didn't really want to ring the bell to my old apartment once I saw the single sad decrepit peeling vinyl chair on the little terrace that I used to keep beautifully covered with planters and flowers) and took them to this fabulous bakery around the corner from where I used to live. Then I figured I should get them something real to eat, and I looked over to the opposite corner where there was a bodega I used to frequent. I had a wonderful kind of friendship with the guy who always worked there. He was flirty with me and always sweet to baby Matt and he would do nice things for me too, like grab another worker and help me move furniture. The bodega had changed, now it is a little "Organic Market." I could hardly believe it. We went in anyway, and the kids got organic sandwiches. I watched a different guy make our sandwiches, and I thought that maybe he had been another guy who worked at the bodega way back when. Finally, sandwiches in hand we were checking out and I asked the guy how long he had worked at the store. A broad smile spread over his face and he said "I knew you looked familiar!" He had been at the store for 30 years. I found out that my old store friend still worked at the store too.
I left the store with the greatest of feelings, like some things never change and that no change can be a good thing. Then on our way out I pointed out familiar hang outs like the pizza place I walked lil sis to when I was in labor with Evan. I thought walking would be a good thing to do to speed up my labor until I was standing in the pizza place when my labor took a turn for the serious. It was a long walk back to the apartment!
I also showed them the old fish market I once got shrimp in during an attempt to make pad thai. It turned out terrible and the husband and SIL wouldn't even politely eat a nibble. I ate some shrimp trying to convince them it wasn't that bad .... Guess which of us woke up with food poisoning the next day?
I'd like to go back again, but next time spend even more time strolling down memory lane.
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