The Great Plotnik

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Breakfast! No More Chicken Bones!



It was 38 degrees this morning in Park Slope, Brooklyn New Yawk, but that's nothing unless it's windy. Last night it was windy. Last night Plotnik stood on the corner of Fifth Avenue and St. Marks Avenue and felt the wind blow through his leather jacket and muffler and straight into his weakened muscles, fighting for survival with the few red blood cells he had left...and wouldn't have any but for that Dominican Chicken Soup with all the bones.

But today he feels better. This morning Plot and Duck walked The Great FiveHead and The Great IsabellyButton to day care.

The Day Care Center is on the fourth floor of a walkup building (another forgotten memory of life in NewYawk). The kids are very, very cute, but every one has a sniffle and a cough. One teacher is sick, the other was sick. Of course, Belly got sick. Of course 5H and PD got sick. Of course Plot and Duck got sick. All the other parents dropping off their children had gotten sick too, and in the same way: all of a sudden, without any warning, chills, body aches, upchucking mixed with the desire to just die already, followed by days of extreme exhaustion.

But that's in the PAST, goddamit! Look what Plotnik ate for breakfast this morning!



Breakfast! After two days of tiny splashes of chicken soup thick with chicken bones from the Dominican restaurant, along with the tiniest amount of lemon lime Gator Aid.

True, he didn't get through all the salami or all the potatoes, or even the whole wheat toast, and now he's back home and feeling a bit sleepy again. But the bad part is over. Plans are in the works for grand expeditions through Brooklyn today, but whether or not any of them will transpire is still questionable.

The kids in Belly's Day Care are named Adar, Sky, Rafael...on the playground there are no Eds or Bobs or Janes or Joans either. Isabella is the mainstream name, and everyone else is named for their mom's culture and their Dad's culture. It's the Rainbow Nation in action, but God help teachers having to learn to pronounce these names.

3 Comments:

At 10:18 AM, Blogger notthatlucas said...

I read yesterday that there is a new generation of "Barack"s out there now. I wonder if Bush inspired a generation of "George"s. I feel for those kids.

Is that ketchup on your hash browns? Or hot sauce (which can cure anything)?

 
At 11:36 AM, Blogger mary ann said...

That breakfast looks sooooo good and I love the top NYonly photo too. Come home, we miss you guys...

 
At 2:48 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Two things... I'm sick too :( Which doesn't bode well for going out in the field to map all weekend (yes, grad school apparently means having to work...).

Also, I TA 3 labs for intro geology classes, and some of these names are fascinating! Shilpa, Tasmin, Tunary, Jun-Liang, Arek, etc... Lots of fun ones!

 

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