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Oh, yes. Yes. Relief. That was good. That was very good. Sister and I left early in the morning. The weather was sunny but cool. Central Park was like a painting. We wandered. We-- yes-- we Roam, Roam, Roamed. We walked down that long lane, sat on the Jim Henson bench (plaque: "In memory of Jim Henson, who loved this walk in the park.") A jazz man serenaded us with his sax. We went to that fountain and I sat in it and sang Godspell songs. At the Alice statue, Kirsten helped a young mother who was trying to pose her baby in the lap of the giant statue. Kirsten held baby steady, and I held baby in my arms as mother scrambled down from the bronze mushroom. A baby in my arms! Only the third baby I've ever held. (First: Alice, a 10-month-old I met on a long flight from somewhere-or-other; second: Savannah, my friend Adam's little girl.) Then to the Zoo, where we saw the penguins. My favourite things about the penguins:

1. When they jump out of the water onto land.
2. When they dive off the land into water.

In that order.

Then lunch at China Fun, where pretty sister insisted on telling me over and over that she considers me a genius.

Then we were sleepy and came home but I will not go to bed, I will stay up all day.

And in my head all day, my new friend:

Another hundred people just got off of the train
and came up to the ground...

...it's a city of strangers
some come to work, some to play.
A city of strangers,
some come to stare, some to stay.
And every day the ones who stay
can find each other in the crowded streets
and the crowded parks...

I felt like singing all day. Mostly showtunes. It was very trying for Kirsten, but she bore it as patiently as she could. For you:

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