I dropped Jenny off at the airport this morning after 6 perfect days in the Hamptons and it was so sad to see her go. Niu Niu might be the most droopy about it. When she’s around the world is right and a million times funnier. Ken and I took her out sailing on the windiest day we’ve ever sailed, we came back wet and haggard but she still had a smile on her face. We walked the entirety of the Elizabeth Morton Reserve coast, swam in the clearest ocean water, dodged some wild turkeys, body surfed, played smash ball, drank French 75’s, stalked Isaac Mizrahi at Estia’s and somehow whenever she’s around I am able to throw out my favorite term, “bloody stump” in a sentence at least once!
Now it’s back to NYC and the return of Fall. My bathing suits will soon be put away, shorts no more and my shelves will be filled with sweaters in varying shades of oatmeal. But the memories of summer are still so fresh, like a recently picked heirloom tomato or a surfer with a bloody stump.