Brooklyn in the Rain

The Great Papa and Bobo timed it perfectly this morning -- walked Isabella to school and sat in the auditorium with The Great FiveHead as the kids all sang "This Land is Your Land" and "The Ballad of Martin Luther King," accompanied by a young teacher with a beard and a guitar. Then P and D walked down Myrtle Avenue to Bergen Bagel, sat and ate their toasted pumpernickel bagel with scallion cream cheese, drank their New York Coffee Light which is light on the coffee but heavy on the attitude, then walked down Hall, Lafayette and Willoughby to the dry cleaner to pick up a zipper so Ducknik can repair a dress for 5H who needs it for their trip to Curacao which begins tomorrow, and then they walked home, and THEN the skies opened up, thunder and lightning began, and the playground down below turned into a small temporary pond.

It usually works the other way around. In NYC you tend to start out composed but end up frazzled. But so far, we're high (fourth floor) and dry.