Today I went to the Bronx zoo with the girls and saw giraffes and monkeys.
On the way there Sofia said, "Broccoli is Spanish for Brooklyn."
She also said Honeywell was her favorite street. I'd never heard of that street. Where'd you get Honeywell I asked her?
She didn't know. She just "made it up."
But when we got to the zoo we saw an actual Honeywell Street across from the park.
Later I was telling this to Melissa Ivey. Then as I was telling her remembered that Melissa had earlier this afternoon said that she really loved honey, really loved a lot of it in her tea. She loves her honey well, I thought.
I explained my theory to her about the fourth dimension, the bending of all the angles of space together, all the corners of the cube matched up with the other corners. Kind of like putting the round peg in a square hole.
When I passed Honeywell St. the angles I caught a glimpse of the angles folding together. I didn't know why until catching that third angle, Mel's love of honey. Why was the 4th dimension showing its face. To impart some wisdom perhaps. Honey makes you well is the moral of that story.
Then when leaving the park I left the double stroller behind, packed up the girls and just left it there on the side of the road. When I called the zoo the manager said it was gone. Oh no! It felt terrible to lose the stroller and I knew Genevieve would not be happy either which added oomph to the gut punch.
I asked Melissa if she thought there was some reason I might have forgotten the stroller and she said maybe it went to a family that really needed it. Yes, of course! And this isn't even a stretch to imagine in that part of the Bronx.
I felt much better about losing it.
Afterward Mel and I went to see Ron Padgett read at St. Mark's in the Bowery. It was a fantastic reading. But even more fantastic was that afterward Arlo Quint gave me both a hard-back copy of Ron's Toujours l'amour AND The Collected Writing of Joe Brainard. I could hardly believe it. What generosity.
Melissa pointed out that maybe it was the universe giving me back a thank you note for use of the stroller.
Finally, after the reading, on the way back to Queens we met up with our girl Amma. Sweet as honey.
What a ruse!