To the lone crocus that just poked up through the rock path by the side of our house: Are you a bit early for the party? Will your friends be meeting you here?
Regarding The Hunger Games, which I discovered to be an addictive page-turner: Is the fact that so many adolescents and adults are reading this encouraging or terrifying? (Hey, it’s good that people are reading, but it is SO violent.)
To Rob’s famous popcorn, which I gobbled in bed while reading the aforementioned book from under the covers on a beautiful Saturday afternoon: Will I ever tire of you?
(And on a related note…) To my new Nook: Will all that melted butter from my fingers permanently damage your screen?
After The Independent art fair: Which was more compelling — the art or the people-watching?
To Jonathan Waxman of Barbuto bistro in the West Village: Do you realize that yours is the restaurant the keeps us coming back after moving away from the city almost two years ago? And how are we supposed to be motivated to try new restaurants when yours is so consistently delicious?
And, to the Food Network, who aired a segment on Sunday about the Pollo Al Forno (roasted chicken) at Barbuto on a show called The Best Thing I Ever Ate: Do you realize that we just ate that chicken the night before? What are the chances?
Finally, to the muscles of my legs and gluteus maximus which are shamefully sore after some light exercising on the three mile loop at Rockland Lake State Park: Really?
What questions were you compelled to ask this weekend? Hope you had a good one.