City Life

The country life was just wonderful. We got used to it all right- having a yard full of flowers to run around, having a spacious porch to have all three meals on, making a fire to roast marshmallows, waking up to birds loudly chirping outside the window, instead of horns and garbage trucks. Coming back was a shock. For days I just wanted to move to a country. Taiyo had a terrible tantrum for two days, but on the third day, he said he was glad to be home. After a week we seem to be adjusting to the way of our summer days. Shopping in the morning, then working in the restaurant in the afternoon. Then what did we do this weekend? Went fishing! At a festival on East River at Pier 42, we attempted to fish. We were told not eat the fish if we ever got one. We never did. But next day at a fair in Williamsburg, Taiyo won two goldfishes. One died overnight, but the surviving red capped guy seems pretty happy so far in a little tank with a fake plant. Ah, city life even for a goldfish.