I Need a Better Camera

I'm very worried about this project.

These pics make it look like I spent the entire day eating sickup out of the toilets at the mental hospital.

This was breakfast.  Leftover lentil soup from Giorgio's Country Grill.  Much better than it looks here and a cup of it (yes, I measured) is only 3pts.

The best meal of the day was a late lunch at The Grey Dog's Coffee in Chelsea. They call it "Root Vegetable Soup," which is how they get away with charging $8 for a bowl of borscht.  Really good borscht, though (4pts) and I only ate half of that focaccia thing.  In the summer of '88 (I had just moved to the city) I met a cutie at some bar downtown and we hung out walking around Union Square and the East Village under umbrellas in a cool, misty rain for hours.  Eventually we ended up at The Kiev (now closed) at 2am eating borscht and cheese pierogies while little butterflies took off in our stomachs.  He apprenticed in a florist's shop on the Upper East Side and would bring me a new arrangement of flowers he was trying out nearly every time we got together. What a great summer - the perfect New York Romance.

Both his parents had recently died, and he lived with his sister and her husband on Long Island.  They had a bunch of animals around that he dearly loved - a couple of dogs, several cats, a bunny.  He called me late one night sobbing because his rabbit had died - truly a great, feeling, funny guy.  We broke up over my wandering eye, and he never would see or speak to me again.  I googled him recently and found out he now owns his own flower shop on 53rd.... 2 blocks from where I live!  Sometimes I think of dropping by - pretending I don't know it's his place.  I haven't seen him in 22 years, and I still think about him whenever I'm eating borscht.

Anyway, here's the rest of the day:

  (I only ate half of that half of a chicken.)