and this...
and then we went here for lunch....
all of which helped. Marginally.
On Easter Sunday, Alix and I didn't do anything special. She had studying to do, and I just wanted to get out of the apartment. We joined forces and went to Central Park. Here are the ingredients to a fun Sunday:
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| The Great Lawn |
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| A cool beverage |
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| Some light reading |
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| A funny t-shirt |
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| Sunshine |
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| Being with the one you love. |
I saw this on the wall of a store in Cambridge, MA:
I dreamed that life was happiness.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I served and found in service
happiness is found.
-Rabindranth Tagore, Indian Poet
It would be really wonderful if I had something intelligent, relevant, or even cohesive to write here. But, I don't. Suffice it to say that things around these parts have been really, really hard lately. I haven't gotten into them on this blog (or anywhere, or with anyone, practically), but maybe that will change in the future. In the meantime, I've tied a knot at the end of my rope and I'm hanging on as best as I can.
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