Last night I did not sleep much, worried about one of my own
projects. My head is whirling, and I am somewhere else.
That afternoon, Jordan's friend Sidney comes over, she is going
skiing with her partner and her children. She wants to visit for a few minutes.
We stare at the babies who are now
cooing. They don’t really
recognize one another, but they do stare at us-stare and smile and coo. The
talk is of nannies, Jordan needs one, and property. Sidney has ridden the boom of early NY real estate. 15 years ago she bought a loft in Soho, sold it for a great profit, and purchased a
brownstone in Cobble Hill. She
rents out the “garden apartment.”
“I
just feel Jordan has to get started, she has to buy something, even if she
borrows the money and pays it back in 5 years. Everyone is moving out of NY, the other areas will come up”
Sidney says. She is a good
business woman, careful and generous with her money and her time. She goes home to leave with her family for a few days of skiing.
Two hours later she texts me: “Come to MooBurger-too late to leave, join us for dinner.”
Jordan
is interviewing Josephine- our favorite nanny for the job. And its really cold outside so she’s
going to stay with the babies.
I
walk down Court St. a few blocks to Mooburger. It’s really just a hamburger place with long tables,
benches, and tons of kids. For $14 you can have a salmon burger with spinach
and lettuce on it, or for 9 a regular hamburger and down the line. There are children everywhere, but the
“boys” I notice are restless, one boy lying on the floor of the restaurant..
It isn’t easy to eat with children,
the parents attempt to have a conversation and eat their meal, perhaps a glass
of wine, but the kids have trouble sitting.
“Draw
a picture around this “(it’s a small cup matt) Sidney says to Brent , 10, and Carrie,
5. They begin drawing. We talk more, and soon its time to leave-a short night. They are leaving early in the morning.
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