POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_HEARTS DAY
Valentine’s Day and no flowers. No nothing. Bupkis. But I’m used to it. Husband hates, what he calls, the Hallmark holiday. Plus, he’s still sick, and he’s stressed out about one thing or the other.
Daughter made sugar cookies with blue and green sprinkles (?) for her classmates. She loves holidays, especially the ones that involve presents and candy. I gave her and babysitterandsomuchmore a box of chocolates.
Overall a very blah day. Out on the street, it was anything but. I never saw more people walking with flowers: long white boxes, Korean market bouquets, , single roses in plastic, flowers from Zuzu’s. I even saw John Tuturro walking up Garfield with a large bouquet of flowers. Not that’s a Park Slope celebrity, beloved by all, who keeps a very low profile.
At 7 p.m. there were still men shopping in The Clay Pot. Tutta Pasta was packed. They had a tacky looking glitter heart on the bar. The cool sushi place had candles and a vase with a single rose at each table. At PS 321, there were heart shaped cookies on the counter in the administration office.
My daughter made beautiful valentines, wrote adorable messages, spread the love. Exhausted after piano lessons and American Idol, she fell asleep on the big red chair on the living room. She’ll sleep through anything now.