At my parens' home after several wonderful days at our friends. I am still wondering if those really were MY daughters I took up there---they were awfully good!
Got into my parents' Bronx neighborhood at around 8 last night to find the sort of scene most people imagine when they imagine the Bronx. The park was full of basketball players and teenagers screaming at the tops of their lungs. The street was full of double parked cars, many blaring rap music in 4 part stereo. This went on past 10, which is supposed to be closing time for the park--that is, if the police actually enforce it.
Not the neighborhood of my childhood where the park would've emptied at sunset aside from the elderly (in Yiddish often known as alteh cockehs, which literally means "old farts") sitting on the benches because the park was cooler than their non-air conditioned apartments. One of our neighbors often would be out there playing the balalaika --if you haven't seen Doctor Zhivago, this is a Russian stringed instrument with a poignant tone. The music would float up to my fourth floor window as I tried to go to sleep.
Long ago and far away, I guess..................
The girls and I are doing stuff with my parents today. I sent the Man downtown for a binge at the Strand Bookstore and other such shrines. God, I hope he doesn't buy too much, but he DOES deserve a day off!
SC will stay here, but the Man, JR and I will go home tomorrow. It's been wonderful, but it will be good to be home again with the cats. Even if I DO have to go back to work on Wednesday!