Monthly Archives: August 2008

What I did on my summer Vacation – Part I

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Went to NYC!

Remember way back when?  I promised a recap?

Here it is!

I took the train from the ROC to NYC.  I love the train and I am certainly glad that I took it for this trip.  It was a bit long (~7 hours), and longer than driving but what I needed more than anything was an opportunity to just be.  And this mode of transporation does it for me.  Not surprisingly today’s current air travel scenarios make me crazy – and I love to travel!  I can’t imagine what they do to the less inclined.

I knit the whole way down.  I arrived in Penn Station mid=afternoon where Marne met me.  We decided to walk down to her neighborhood (Chelsea).  The smell!  God, did I miss a city.  The traffic!  The noise!  You mean everyone in the world isn’t white or black…there are in betweens?  Wow.  Do I miss living in a major metro area.

After dropping my stuff off her place we headed straight for Pinkberry The best $8 ice cream I have ever had.  For reals.  From there we walked across the street to Better Burger for some Air Fries (a fancy NYC way of saying that they are baked, not fried).  You should take note here that there is an obvious theme to this weekend…

We walked down to Chelsea Market– I had never been.  So. Cool.  Yummy foods, wines, ingrediants that you could never fine in even a NICE local grocery.  The Food Network has a studio in this building.  I love being with Marne.  She has this incredible ability to talk up anyone and disarm them instantly.  I always have the coolest conversations with strangers when I am with her.  I tend to keep to myself in public.  Marne, she’s friends with waiter before we have a chance to sit down.

We head home via the Meat Packing district.  Walking past the fancy haute coutre stores on the way.  I like this part of NYC the streets (if you keep your eyes away from the store fronts) have a distinct early century feel – picture brick roads etc.

We have dinner in Marne’s neighborhood.  Indian Food.   I haven’t found good Indian Food up here yet. Bombay Talkie I eat the absolute yummiest Naan evah.   Other favorite things about cities (especially NYC) – they never sleep.  We hop across the street to the bakery for yummy cupcakes after dinner.

Saturday morning, Marne is gone (training in Coney Island) and I met Jackie at Pastis.  Best Egg Florentine I have ever had.  For reals.  Fresh eggs, yum, yum, yum.  If you have not had the glory of a fresh egg in your lifetime you should actively seek them out.  Well worth the effort.  The cost of the Forentine was enough to send Sophia to college, something ridiculous like $18, but it was totally worth it. One of my least favorite things about cities (especially NYC) you cannot eat out (at a real restaurant, with drinks) for less than $20/person.  Try it, I dare you.

Jackie and I walk up town to the Name I Cannot Remember Farmers market (Jackie?).  The wonderful thing about being with people you love is that they know you and Jackie knew I would love the market – and I did!  I honestly think that it is easier to “eat local” in cities like NY than it is upstate where we’re surrounded by fields.  I think we both found our way to favorite sweets and moved on to – BOOKS.  In all of my NYC trips I hadn’t yet made it to The Strand. We had a great time and I came home with a few lovelies.  Every pregnant girl needs to stop often and fill herself with snacks…we fed Jackie’s belly, she briefly met Marne and Jackie headed home for her late morning nap.

Marne quizzed me on what famous people we saw at Pastis…I hadn’t seen any, didn’t even look!  I have notoriously bad luck with this.  During my last trip to NYC Cara and Kay primed me with stories of famous people at this super secret coffee shop on the Upper East Side.  (I was sworn to secrecy- never allow to reveal its name for fear the rest of NYC would find out about it.  NYers are like this.  Stingy with their finds.)  So Cara takes me and all we see are people who are way more stylish than I and eight times richer (incredible coffee tho – outstanding).  Same thing in Athens, GA.  I lived there for two years before I ran into Michael Stipe – a regular part of the fabric of the community and a frequent visitor to the my favored establishments.  Small town.  Never. Saw. The. Man., until my last month in the city!

We walk and walk down to the Lower East Side.  We get tired and stop to have a pedicure.  We walk some more and get tired.  We stop in Economy Candy and stock up on all things sugar.  We sneak in a hotel across the street.  Good lord – the place was so chi-chi there weren’t even lights in the bathroom – swear.  It was hilarious peeing with this little light above the toilet.  (This is another great hint about cities…need to pee?  Find a hotel walk in like you own the place,  hit the elevator and find a bathroom…no one will question you and if they do, act outraged!)

We walk some more, get tired and stop and have pickles and wine.  A surprisingly great combination.  We walk some more get tired and hop in a cab to go home.  We order in watch stupid cute disney movies on pay-per-view and head to bed.

We had a VERY lazy morning Sunday.  We both sit around and knit.  I show Marne some cool patterns on line.  We finally head out to the Upper West Side (via subway) to go to a Yarn Store – I think it was Knitty City…but I really don’t remember.  Cute store.  We eat lunch..go to a few flea markets…window shop…and then head to Central Park to admire the more motivated than we and look at the cute Russian pedi-taxi guys.  We have a light early dinner at the Time Warner Center  it was a bakery – can’t remember the name and then head to the  theatre district for Spamalot.  Now, I have a love hate relationship with musicals.  One of my all time favorite movies (yes movie) is Fiddler on the Roof.  I could watch this over and over and never tire.  However, as a rule – musicals bore me.  So I was bit worried about going to see a show.  Shouldn’t have been.  This is a great show.  Great.  we had a wonderful time.  Walked the long walk home afterward.

I left the next day and I have to say that while I miss living in a city more than I’ll ever be able to justify and while I was very sad to leave…I was happy to leave the noise….  and happy to be back with my baby girl.  I was sad to leave the walking, the great food at all hours, the accessibility and the freedom of not having a toddler.  It was a great trip.

 

Welcome to my new world

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Ah, see, it’s not really new. In fact, I purchased this URL a long time ago. It sat for awhile. I designed a new site. I waited to tweak it. I’m on WordPress now and it a whole different coding challenge for me. I had it just about ready and then, I decided to upgrade my WordPress software. So, it’s not ready but really – at this point, it never will be. Welcome to my new world….not really ready, but never will be. In the best possible way, of course.

As I mentioned in my last post I loved hearing from you all. I know you’re all out there but it’s nice to hear the choir of support and love. Mwah.

There were tons of questions in the comments and I’d like to take this homecoming opportunity to us them as a spring board for – the virgin post.

Norma asked – Is Daryl going to have a Brother Daryl, and Another Brother Daryl? Now, for those of you who are not American or are younger than oh, say 30, you may not know where this comes from – the show Newhart. This is exactly what I said to Rob when he started calling the kid Daryl. Since then the child has been referred to as: Apple (Fiona) and Jack (Lemmon). Each of these were brought on by the baby book descriptions comparing the size of your child to an Apple and a Lemon. We’re hilarious I tell you.

Rebecca mentioned that she couldn’t wait to see the baby’s library. A bookish baby this will be however, the library grows slowly. We have been waiting to purchase items because we are fortunate to have so many around us who are willing to share the booky love. Baby’s first books were from my friend Jess. They are from the “Baby be of Use” series and they, seriously, made me pee my pants I laughed so hard.

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I was in a local discount store this past weekend and I found this book

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This is a reprint of a favorite of mine. One that I had totally forgotten about until I saw it. Ah, to be young again and easily amused by Grover.

That’s the end of the baby library…it will improve vastly over the next few months.

My favorite Cynthia (who is now a Boston girl, go give her some love) asked, whatcha gonna knit for him/her? At this point we have a single bootie. Then I got bored and moved on.

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Rumor has it babies have two feet. I suppose I’ll have to knit another for it to be functional. I am holding off all other knits until the sex of the child has been confirmed. Our appointment is in 4 weeks – if all goes well knitting will commence then.

Fannie Pie mentions that, “There are some wonderful baby books with knitting in them when you’re ready for the bookish baby bedtime stories!” Susan, bring them on! But, if they have boring grandma knitting a boring afghan we should probably just leave them in the library. Or burn them or something. Ekkk!

Lorrette wants to know if we’re reading to the baby yet. We are not, but we have big plans. Rob has lists of music to play for the baby and has decided that he will read, On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Rob is a big Kerouac Fan and reads this every fall. I imagine this will commence as soon as we find the damn box the damn book is in. I am so tired of books being in boxes. I miss them. Wahh.

So I have a question? Could all of you knitting doctors get together and travel on over here to advise, deliver, and medicate me? Too much to ask?

Dear Allision is a bit nervous about her drinking water. “…But I am getting a little scared. One by one, I’m watching women around me get pregnant (well not watching them get pregnant but you know what I mean). Is there something in the water? Here’s hoping my Brita filters it out.”

Here’s a story for you Allision. I live in a three family house. Each floor is owned as a condo. We own the second floor. Our neighbors upstairs moved in shortly before us, the neighbors below us about 8 months after us. Rob and I were unmarried when we bought (I bought), J and G the couple upstairs were unmarried when they bought (she bought), and E and W downstairs were unmarried when they bought (together). We are all about the same age, education, etc. A very strange thing that we all came here under the same circumstances. Then the weird stuff started to happen. Rob and I were engaged the day we closed. J and G were engaged about 3 months later. E and W were engaged about six months after they moved in. Weird. Marriages were celebrated. We found out last summer J and G were pregnant. A bit of a surprise for them. They gave birth on Feb 21st 2006, which as I remember was little E’s due date. Does that day sound familiar? My due date is Feb 22nd, 2007. Dude, not only are/were J’s and my cycles synced but we also conceived at the same time one year later. WEIRD. When we told everyone here that we were pregnant we told E and W that they better double up this time next year – because, clearly, there is something in the water.

My reading has changed a bit.

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Thanks to bookish Cathi for sending the bulk of these my way. I am a fairly pragmatic person and like to have all the information on hand so that I am empowered to make decisions that are good for me and my family. Each of these books brings something different to the table. I have favorites…but overall any information is good information in the sense that, even if you don’t agree with it, you come to realize why and how.

And that, I think is just about the end of this post. Most soon..if I can get my shit together.

Bored?

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Last night I paid a few bills updated our financial software, brainstormed how to save money (my sister suggested selling our books – I almost had a heart attack), and sat to stare at the walls.  I realized something – I am bored.  Bored.  I can tell you the exact date of the last time I was Bored.

July 1st, 2006, the day before I realize I was pregnant with Sophia.

Bored.

It was 8pm.  Sophia was asleep and had been for an hour.  Her new daycare schedule has shifted her schedule dramatically.  She is a puddle of goo by 6:30pm and it is all we can do to get her to bed by 7 without a melt down.

The dishes and laundry are somewhat caught up.  Not perfect.  But I broke-up with perfection long ago.  Come to think of it, around July 1st, 2006.

The bills were paid.

I am a bit read out – I finished 4 novels in the past week.  My reading brain needs a break.

I am pissed at my current knitting work in progress – Sophia spilled milk on it and the skein of yarn is crunchy.  Ever knit with cruncy yarn?  Not fun.

No yard work could be done – it was pouring rain.

No TV – we got rid of cable and haven’t gotten around to finding an antenae.

This boredom is brought to me by Sophia’s new schedule and Rob’s unemployment.  Both of which are really not great things in our world right now.  I miss Sophia – I hardly get to see her during the week now and she is a grumbly mess by the time I do.  The kids wear her out.  After a three week adjustment period I can say that she loves her days – and for that I am thankful.  Rob’s unemployment – well, I think the angst associated with this needs no explanation.

This boredom also means that our summer of guests in the house is almost over.  We have one more group coming through this weekend and then we’re done.  Sad.

What a strange world to be in again.  Bored.

I suppose I should have cleaned the house huh?