the last peach of summer and the first umbrella of fall

today we ate the last ripe peach of summer……..

drizzled with some fine portuguese olive oil….(that’s not true but we wanted to use the picture and tried to tie into the narrative but honesty overwhelmed us suddenly).

and lost the first umbrella in the first rainstorm of fall (autumn for our english chums).

and in between there was a Mad Men lunch with a Deeply cool person (no names, darlings) in a Very Manhattan joint (downtown).

remarkably, we’re still on West Coast time.

Or are we just adjusting to the seasonal switch?

Whatever it is, we found ourselves being a tiny bit sociable after work, swimming lengths (and Trying not to get cross with the Super-competitive chaps in the Lane – we’re so much smaller than they are and we get Irritated when they overtake our graceful yet a little bit languid breast-stroke…….bless you for listening).

Bumping into D in the local Greenwich village grocery made us feel all native new yorker (especially in our respective choices of soy milk – him -and overpriced designer water – us – hey, it had minerals and something electrical, whatever that means, but the black bottle swayed our purchasing decision this time, however it tasted like London Tap, we were Ever so disappointed.

The decision we’ve been waiting for has been put off at Least another ten days. #sigh

So we stocked up on more DVDs.

A Julie Andrews (Modern Millie), an Award Winning agatha Christie TV drama costume drama deliciousness on a train to somewhere glam (and no doubt Deadly) and, um, one we are a Bit embarrassed we bought (but Diane Lane has great hair in it and it’s not the one with the large dog).

Hey, it’s fall in NYC.

You have to stock up on early night’s-to-bed-in-PJs, cold cream and hot tea, darlings.

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