I left my heart . . .
in Park Slope Brooklyn (really)
So, my bags are packed, my friends are coming over in 15 minutes for my goodbye dinner, the car picks me up at 9:15 am tomorrow, and then . . . it’s “San Francisco here I come”.
I have to pack my cable scarf project, because I don’t think they allow cable needles on the plane. I’m casting on a big chunky sweater out of vogue magazine. I’ll photo it later.
Today we took our last walk in Prospect Park (sob).
okay, my friends are at the door. More later.