Report card time

Good report card for kate! When I think back to what my parents went through with my
report card, it makes me said in retrospect for them. i know at the time I didn't care except I hated all those earnest talks about doing better. I know that Arnie and I are really lucky. Kate is a really good student who likes school and will actually go off, willingly, to Math Camp!

This weekend was the dreaded Puerto Rican Day parade and so on our way to Grandma Dot's for Sunday lunch we stopped off to pick up my new quilt. Gorgeous! You can look over it and tell stories about most of the squares.

Then Saturday night we had dinner with some friends of Arnie's who live out on Long Island somewhere. Very nice but very suburban. I can't imagine or actually, don't want to imagine that kind of life. Coming into New York must be such an incredible pain in the neck. However they took us to dinner at an Italian gun club on MacDougal in the Village that I've walked by thousands of time but didn't know was a private club and if I thought about it at all probably thought was a funeral home. Great 4-story private club with several bars, restaurant that looked like Rome in the 1940's and a shooting range. We all shot before dessert. That was quite an experience.