It's the kind of
cold that goes right through you. Damp
and freezing. Not exactly the going-out-like-a lamb kind of end-of-March day. Zelia and I meet to
see an early movie (The Hunger Games). The
disturbing premise of the film detracts from its enjoyment. It’s hard for me to praise a movie about the
killing off of young kids sometime in
the future. But then, I’m not the target
audience. Alexander and his friends
also see it tonight and love it.
After the movie Zelia
and I have dinner at Ging’s. We both order shrimp with vegetables. She’s a good influence on healthy eating.
On my way home,
around 10:30, I stop by Fairway and pick up their tomato-basil soup, some
freshly ground French vanilla coffee, a turkey pot pie, and some fruit. The store is packed. It's good to see others taking full advantage of New York City's exciting nightlife.
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