Spring in the City and the Suburbs

Spring is finally here and euporia is in the air. On suburban lawns still littered with downed trees from the last storm, people rejoiced. How do places like San Fransisco deal with their perpetual blue skies and warm air? Is it no big deal or are they always happy?

On Saturday morning, we went to the Museum of Modern Art. We were talked out of going on Friday night, because Friday is free day, and the lines to get into the museum stretch around the block. We got to the museum a few minutes before it opened up, and there were still lines going around the block. Luckily, Steve has a corporate membership because his company belongs to the museum. We got in for free and went to the front of the line.

DSC_0020We haven't been to MOMA with the kids before. It's not that kid-friendly, and we've had some issues with straight-art type of museums with grouchy guards and dusty paintings. We decided that kids were old enough for a short visit to soak in the ambiance and acclimate them for the future. The free admission also made things easier. The Tim Burton exhibit was too crowded. Ian got bulldozed by eager art goers, so we had to do a drive-by of the exhibit. I don't think we missed out on that much. I wasn't that impressed.

One hour was long enough for a bit of fun and inspiration though.


DSC_0078 Then we went to Central Park. Everyone was out. How fabulous is Central Park? A huge public space that it utilized by millions of people. Rich and poor sit on the same rocks and soak in the sun. It has some of the smartest playgrounds around. This one has circles of spongy turf just for toddlers to practice walking. In the summer, water sprays the kids as the race around the maze and over the granite.

On Sunday, people were on bikes, skates, horses. Everyone was dressed up and parading about in the best clothes. They lounged on blankets, ate sandwiches, and read books.


This morning, Jonah, my dad, and myself ran in a 5K race in town. It was my first race in twenty years, so I'm proud of my 33 minute time, thank you very much. Well, my ego was a bit bruised by the fact that both my 10-year old son and my 73-year old dad beat me. 

The whole town was out for the race. The local dignitaries were prominent, strutting about and shaking hands. The girl scouts handed out water at the halfway mark. And dad got a medal. It's was fantastic.

Now, I'm off to bed, because my muscles have seized up in protest.

5 thoughts on “Spring in the City and the Suburbs

  1. “How do places like San Fransisco deal with their perpetual blue skies and warm air?”
    That would be Southern California, rather than SF. I read socketsite.com (an SF real estate blog) and they make a big distinction between homes located in the fog belt and those outside the fog belt, although I don’t know exactly how that maps out.


  2. Yes, SF isn’t so much known for warm air and clear skies- there’s the famous, and not too wrong, quip by Twain about the coldest winter he ever spent being a summer in San Francisco. Still, it’s my sort of weather, as I suffer from the heat and humidity in the Northeast in Summer.
    The few times I’ve been to the MoMA it’s been wildly crowded. I would have thought this weekend would be a good time to go, with the great weather and all. That’s usually my plan- go to the museum on the day when it’s great outside, to the zoo when it looks like it might rain.
    Central park is wonderful. Whenever someone I knew was going to visit NYC for the first time I’d always tell them to be sure to visit it, as it’s so great. There’s really nothing else like it or as terrific.
    10K is really impressive for a kid. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it now, even beyond my knee and foot problems.


  3. Some people had a much busier weekend.
    Anyway, I’ve only ran a 5k once. I hit like 28 minutes, but I wasn’t yet 30. I got passed by a guy pushing a stroller. A very high-tech racing stroller, but still.


  4. AmyP, what she said. I grew up in Berkeley, across the bay. Winter: clammy and gray. Summer: clammy and gray. Spring: bright and beautiful, brisk. Elation. Fall: mix of bright days, some very hot, and clammy and gray. The weather engine is the hot Central Valley pulling cold air off the ocean, past SF, Berkeley, Richmond. The weather is nicer in inland Marin, and in Silicon Valley.


  5. As for how people in Southern California deal with their consistently good weather, as far as I can tell they don’t really register it aside from bragging or putting down other areas. They’re just as grumpy as anyone anywhere else, but they can’t blame it on seasonal affective disorder, is all far as I can tell. And outdoor dining’s considered normative.
    I find constant sunlight oppressive, but my eyes can’t really deal with the noontime glare. But, on the other hand, I get to laugh at the drivers who freak out in mild rain. (You should have seen them when it was hailing that one time! Hilarity.)


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