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Take A Walk on the West Side

October 31, 2013

My folks visited me this past weekend. No sooner did they step off Amtrak, did we get pedicures (my dad and I), bridgeeat Thai with friends, and look at sleeper sofas – our weekend’s main goal. And while I went into the weekend expecting to find one, what I found instead was much better.

Saturday we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge then strolled up through lower Manhattan, my parents delighting in the intricate details of the architecture. Zooming uptown in a cab, they gazed at the people, not used to the excitement. We soon found a comfortable sofa with a modern design that my parents convinced me to get in an oatmeal color in leather. Plus it was on sale, the salesman added. I decided to go for it. Yet my instincts said first check online reviews. They weren’t just bad. They were awful. “I need the night to think about it,” I said as we hurried out the door.dad pedi

We ate a delicious Indian meal en route to Simon’s Hardware, the Disney World of fixtures, to look at knobs for a special piece of furniture made for me by someone just as special. Our last stop was at Fairway for groceries. Their eyes continued to bulge as they toofolks applek in all the food, so instead of rushing them, I followed behind, enjoying them, enjoying the process. Living in NYC I’m used to having plenty of choices for everything, but life on Cape Cod has not as many, so for my parents, they were like kids in a candy store. We returned home as night fell. Still full of energy, they hung pictures and rearranged my existing furniture, taking liberties only parents can.

Sunday found 15 family and friends clustered in my apartment for brunch. That afternoon I took my parents to the Hudson River for a walk I’ve done countless times. They marveled at the view (much different from the Cape Cod Canal), pointing out sights I’d never noticed, amazed at the periphery of a city they’d only been in the belly of.

Monday morning, after tearfully dropping them at the train, I walked home up the west side admiring the sights I once barely glanced at twice. Back in my apartment, I had to double check I was in the right one. Seeing pictures in their new spots, a side table closer to the wall, a blanket draped casually over the window seat, my home felt homier. The weekend’s goal of finding a new couch may not have been reached, but my parents did leave me a new appreciation for everything else.

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7 Comments
  1. Eddie McGarry permalink

    Great piece of writing! Enjoy life! Best, Eddie

    Sent from my iPhone

  2. arthur Nager permalink

    Hi Felice – took a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge a few weeks ago and enjoyed a walk around Brooklyn Heights – It is a gre

  3. Great post!! Sometimes seeing places/things through the eyes of others makes us see them in a whole new way! Happy Halloween!

  4. Deborah Golden permalink

    Crap! You had me tearing up again. I am so happy you have such a rewarding relationship with your parents. I bet after they left you and got settled on the train they looked into each other’s eyes and thought/said “how fortunate we are to have such a loving, talented and beautiful daughter.” Life is good.

  5. Tiana permalink

    I enjoyed the story, and I would like youropinion on writing tools. What do you think of Scrivener’s? Have you tried it, if so did it help with writing?
    Thanks

  6. cohenburkey@yahoo.com permalink

    beautiful!

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