After the last few weeks, I really needed a break.
A change of scenery ....
And familiar faces ...I spent a few days in New York, visiting my sister and my son -- both of whom work and live there.
My travelling companion was, with a nod to Stephanie, the sock. The sock is a gift in progress for a friend who had foot surgery. What better celebration of recovery than handknit socks, right?
The sock enjoyed the sleeping compartment on the train ...
And brunch at The Farm on Adderley. The chocolate brioche with butter and sea salt was amazing and the Bloody Marys were the best I've ever had.
I dragged the sock to the Poetry House in Battery Park. For a word nerd, it is like a trip to Paradise. Books, journals, tapes, CDs -- all poetry, all the time.
The sock lit a candle at St. Patrick's Cathedral.
But wisely stayed far from the flame.
It walked across the Brooklyn Bridge -- with a little help.
And it found its dream bicycle parked under the bridge.
The sock visited yarny kin at La Casita and Knitty City. There was only one purchase, some gorgeous lace-weight in shades of red. Destined for a shawl, just have no idea which one.
And while the sock rested in its knitting bag, and I walked around a chilly New York in the sweater I'd made my brother 17 years ago, Cecelia and I remembered him with tears and with laughter. We talked about how family bonds are reconfigured around a gaping hole. We celebrated having each other and having time together.
We reminded ourselves that love really can see us through.