i'm not actually convinced that fall is here for good yet.
it came quite abruptly, no?
either way, i acted like fall this weekend.
i put on my big fat scarf and rode around town...
i swung by the hester street fair to eat a sweet onion schnitzel,
made a mental note to make punkin bread this week,
and observed the leaves for signs of color-changing. none yet!
and then i rode off to long island city for my first trip to p.s. 1,
which was disappointing because i actually think that
i'm one of those dumb people who the smart visual art people
look down upon for not understanding their work.
so i rode to greenpoint and ate a peter pan donut...
and then made some art of my own
with wood shapes and things i found on the ground.
i also watered some plants,
ate a pancake,
and played around with silly camera settings...
and did a very unfall thing by way of
trying a million zillion flavors of frozen yogurt at sixteen handles.
it was pretty much the perfect weekend.
except for when i had to cough every five seconds during a 30 minute babbitt piece at greg's recital. which is a lot of having to cough, and a lot of fearing to be that person that coughs during the babbitt.
but who needs cough drops when you have the corner taco truck.