Over night a fluffy blanket of snow covered my window sill and the yard beyond. As I ate a warm bowl of PB and J oatmeal (Yes, do it. Do it now. It is the most delish dish you have never tasted) the squirrels in the backyard scampered, disturbing the snow and sending sheets of white flying through the air and off the branches and telephone wires.
The B63 took me to Trader Joes where I purchased great quantities of fruit for now and snacks for later. Totally Yum.
In the afternoon it started to snow again, big heavy wet flakes. The Upper East Side looked just Madeline majestic when I met friends at the Met. Even though several parts of the museum were closed, we enjoyed wandering and viewing The American Wing, Modern Art, the Armory with all the armor for small people (I guess there were less hormones in the milk back then), and several exhibits along the way. A little boy totally Bogarted the water fountain until his mother informed him that there was a line (me). Also, a woman with more than three accessories of leopard print and a stretched face and too much lipstick sat next to and ignored a fat man with a comb over. He sure had a lot to say to her.
Then, the best part of all, Central Park in the snow. We walked to a hill covered in children and sleds. Although we did not proposition any small children for a sled rental, the youthful enthusiasm was contagious and we had a snow ball fight. So much fun! I love Central Park and I love snow. It was the best snow I have every seen in New York. And then, Erin walked on water. Well, maybe just the thin layer of ice left in the drained pond. But impressive none the less.
A veggie burger in a cafe on Lex and a stop at Bloomingdales to frequent the ladies room crowned one fabulous day.
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I'm going to make a bowl of PB and J oatmeal now... I am simultaneously craving it and repulsed by it.
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