Blame it on the train, but my boss is already there

Today we had brunch with Jenna and Joe on the Lower East Side. Afterwards we made a quick trip to Economy Candy, and took the kids to play the park between Delancy and Forsyth. It was pretty cold (mid 20s), but they had fun running around and climbing on the camel statue thing.

On our way home we got on the F train. Apparently Robert and I had a miscommunication about how long we'd be on the F; as we pulled out of the Rockafeller Center stop I asked where we were going to transfer. Robert said Columbus Circle, and I pointed out that I didn't think the F went to Columbus Circle (and in fact it doesn't), which caused Robert a fair amount of stress, since he thought that's what I'd said earlier and we were now happily heading towards Queens instead of going uptown. Oops. And the F wasn't running uptown at the next two stops. We finally got off at Lexington and walked 3 blocks backwards to 60th street, where we caught an R that took us to 42nd so we could finally get on a 1 train. Blame it on the train indeed :P

It's funny- I find New Yorkers to be fairly interested in conversations regarding the trains; which routes are best, where one can transfer, bad train luck, train missteps. But I know most of you are not from NY, so for all of you I present: my first shawl.



I'm reasonably pleased with it, although not certain that its future lies with me. I'm waiting for it to tell me where it wants to live!