“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.” ~ Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
On Saturday morning, G and I had brunch with my old neighbor, S, who moved to Ohio last summer. She came back to NYC to visit with her two sons, and her one month old baby daughter. I had not even realized that she was pregnant, let alone that she had given birth. She had to undergo fertility treatments to conceive her boys, and so this baby was completely unexpected. She said that she had thought that she was going through pre-menopause when her cycles suddenly stopped, but a visit to her doctor confirmed that she was instead pregnant. Imagine that — her fertility doctors had sworn that she would never be able to conceive without medical intervention, and yet here she is now. It just goes to show that the human body is a wonder and a mystery and that sometimes miracles do happen.
After brunch, G and I went to Bowne Park in Queens. The park has a pond that is home to families of turtles.
And apparently it is also home to people who know how to have a good time, as evidenced by this sidewalk chalk advertisement. G actually wanted to ring the number. I had to explain to her that it was not real. Oh, how I love the innocence of children. Later on, I got to thinking about what her nine year old mind considers “a good time.” Was she thinking that if we rang the number that little ponies and puppies would magically appear? I should ask her later.