I am working on a piece that continues the medical school thread, but it isn’t ready yet. In the meanwhile, I wanted to share more thoughts on and images of Central Park. I’ve written about my love for the park before here. On Black Friday, rather than shopping, we went for a walk in Central Park. Under the best of circumstances I don’t like shopping. To borrow a line memorably delivered by Jack Nicholson in Terms of Endearment, “I’d rather stick needles in my eyes…” than go to the mall on Black Friday. Gary and I find that line to be quite useful and it applies in this case.
Though the weather wasn’t perfect, it was gray and cold, the park still offered a lovely respite from all the holiday stresses and strains. Plus I could tell myself I was walking off some of the stuffing and sweet potato casserole I consumed the day before.
It continues to amaze me that in the midst of New York City chaos, I can find a wooded landscape. Here are some images from our foray into the park.
To add to my joy, our daughter joined us.
It was a wonderful Thanksgiving. My father-in-law, rapidly approaching his 96th birthday, my mother-in-law, on her long Alzheimer’s journey, my grandchild and children, as well as Gary’s siblings, were able to join us. 13 of us squished around a dining room table in a New York City apartment. Traffic cooperated. Parking spots were found. The food was plentiful. The stars aligned. I knew my brothers and mom were happily celebrating Thanksgiving with family in Buffalo and New Jersey respectively. All was well in Linda’s universe.
And we took a walk in the park. What could be better? I am so very grateful.
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wonderful way to celebrate thanksgiving enjoy your family
Wonderful pictures of the park. I do remember walking in Prospect Park in my youth. Not after marriage and children because we didn’t live anywhere near it. We went to our local park where I could push you on the swings. So glad you can enjoy it now.
“All was well in Linda’s universe”. Referring to yourself in the third person is a sign of insanity. I know this because Ronnie told me. 😉
It was such a wonderful Thanksgiving. A four generation celebration, a great feast, a chance to get the family together. Gary felt gratified and gratitude especially to the wonderful and selfless cook.
I didn’t know that referring to myself in the third person would be a ‘thing,’ but I like it!