I am in Bryant park

Watching a man reading a zodiac of some sort while shaking a cowrie shells in a clear Starbucks cup. Now he is speaking into his fist held just in front of his face...and back to the cup.

Maybe he just asked for that cloud that covered the sun .

-- Sent from my HP Touchpad running WebOS which represents another great resource squandered by the poor management of the company now called "HP"

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As I walked the bike up the hill, in front of the St. George theater, I noticed a young girl leaned over, checking a shoelace perhaps.

She was wearing grey stretch pants and, in the way pre-adolescents do, absent-minedly exposing her seat in my direction. I was likely about to chuckle and look elsewhere when I noticed something on her britches. Habitually, I looked again thinking she sat on candy or something when it occurred to me that it was red, on either side and near her crotch. As I passed, I tapped an adult and suggested she have her check her pants, hoping that this woman was close enough to the child to know that she'd started her period/would be able to considerately handle the situation.

Two things:

1) This child appeared to be at most 11 years old. I am fairly certain she was around the high single digits. I will admittedly take the flying leap to the conclusion that we really must stop giving our children hormone laced dairy products.

2) I wonder what it means that, as a hetero male the mere thought of a girlchild's mentral period didn't frighten me into fear and sprinting. It's probably go something to do with my already well-progressed transition into maiden spinsterhood.

NY State Pavilion 2012

The current state of the NYS Pavilion from the 1964 World's fair. I can't see any sign of the inlaid floor mosaic of the Texaco NY map. A bit sad.

Interesting

Tan, freckled, wrapped-red-hair, "urban" mother with one young child
and one toddler watching Good Morning America on her phone on Sunday
afternoon on the SB15.

Elder child sits in window seat across the aisle from her. china town
beauty with blue/white belted white-straw bucket hat sits between
them.

Back length hair, tinted with brown, periodic individual grey strands.

The sun doesn't seem to be missing anything today.

Accessorize

I'm getting on the 5:30a boat and just saw a female construction (?)
worker with a pink tool belt.

I went to the market...

...(as in "farmer's") today. While there, I saw the owner's son playing
with his toddler - just big enough to walk well, still small enough to
melt anything breathing within a 300ft radius.

Then owner grandpa saw him. Then owner/cashier grandma saw him. Then
just people in the store saw him.

All were melted.

I continued shopping and another grandma and her older toddler followed
me into the root vegetable section. She actively discussed what they
should be getting.

(more melting)

I finished my usual u0shaped route around the stock and toward the
registers. Son Toddler was now there and began playing with the
watermelons. Grandpa rushes over and I notice how small a child can
appear to an average-sized (well, small by the southern standards I'm
used to) version of this particular fruit.

I think about that I must have been that compared similarly to a water
melon at some point in my life.

I watch the young cashier laff as she directs only as much attention to
my selections as necessary, the remainder to the child.

I get wistful.


I have one of those moments when I wish I were normal sometimes.

I rode my bicycle to the library,

which about a mile and change away, this past Monday. It's mostly down hill going, creative routing avoids much of the uphill on the way back.

It hurt a little bit.

I'm fat.

That is all.

Texture

On the 3 train, I just saw toddler give the most thought perusal and
considersative nibbling to a cashew that, I believe, I have ever seen.

Watching daddy

Gingerly, carefully prepare beadheaded smallperson's hotdog with a side of fries from his burger plate at ferry. Just noticed smaller roundheaded smallperson to daddy's left.

Children's Hospital - The 70s Episode.

Yes.

dreams

Amazing how much fantasizing and wishing you can do with but a hint of sleep.

To opportunities lost...