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Itchy in Michigan
Sep. 20th, 2011 06:42 pmIn the last ten weeks we've:
*visited the Statue of Liberty, which involved about fifteen miles of walking around Ellis Island, Liberty Park New Jersey and New York City with a four-year old in tow. We had pizza a few blocks from Grand Central Station, which was surprisingly mediocre. I'm just a Chicago-style kinda gal. Also, the blisters have finally healed.
*packed up the apartment and drove a 26 foot Penske truck towing an beater Saturn sedan 700+ miles over the foothills of the Alleghenies. Took a wrong turn looking for a gas station and had to turn that fucker around in the back of a car wash. My sign reading skills are not so good after a day on the road, but my spatial relations mojo is always the best.
*shortly after landing, my folks' basement flooded over two feet, soaking nearly forty years of clothes, furniture and detritus. Remember the heap of broken and discarded toys Sara climbs out of in Labyrinth? Imagine your parents' basement contained this musty heap of childhood and household goods, and it was then made into a pudding with creek water coming up from the storm drain. Now imagine hauling it out over the course of two days before the black mold explodes.
*made the scrappers happy, though, and God knows we weren't getting that 1980's era fridge up those stairs ourselves. Mom gave them her wedding booze to boot. We're talking Popov left over from 1970. Ah, yeah.
*kiddo started kindergarten (in my old elementary, which has apparently shrank since I attended), I went back to university (chemistry! physics! pre-calculus! physiology! it's my own mini-Enlightenment!), and spouse joined the PTA ("Wait til they get a load of me,").
*spouse also had an emergency appendectomy a little over 3 weeks ago. Highlights of that adventure include: "juicy infection" "uninsured" and "Did you say my surgeon's first name was Sham?" It's a gamble to make a big decision in life, and even more scary to call it a loss and try something else. But if nothing else, life keeps underlining these decisions as extremely good in retrospect. Moving meant that appendix went bad in a dry Midwest location with power, instead of in the middle of Hurricane Irene.
Yep. It's been that kind of summer.
*visited the Statue of Liberty, which involved about fifteen miles of walking around Ellis Island, Liberty Park New Jersey and New York City with a four-year old in tow. We had pizza a few blocks from Grand Central Station, which was surprisingly mediocre. I'm just a Chicago-style kinda gal. Also, the blisters have finally healed.
*packed up the apartment and drove a 26 foot Penske truck towing an beater Saturn sedan 700+ miles over the foothills of the Alleghenies. Took a wrong turn looking for a gas station and had to turn that fucker around in the back of a car wash. My sign reading skills are not so good after a day on the road, but my spatial relations mojo is always the best.
*shortly after landing, my folks' basement flooded over two feet, soaking nearly forty years of clothes, furniture and detritus. Remember the heap of broken and discarded toys Sara climbs out of in Labyrinth? Imagine your parents' basement contained this musty heap of childhood and household goods, and it was then made into a pudding with creek water coming up from the storm drain. Now imagine hauling it out over the course of two days before the black mold explodes.
*made the scrappers happy, though, and God knows we weren't getting that 1980's era fridge up those stairs ourselves. Mom gave them her wedding booze to boot. We're talking Popov left over from 1970. Ah, yeah.
*kiddo started kindergarten (in my old elementary, which has apparently shrank since I attended), I went back to university (chemistry! physics! pre-calculus! physiology! it's my own mini-Enlightenment!), and spouse joined the PTA ("Wait til they get a load of me,").
*spouse also had an emergency appendectomy a little over 3 weeks ago. Highlights of that adventure include: "juicy infection" "uninsured" and "Did you say my surgeon's first name was Sham?" It's a gamble to make a big decision in life, and even more scary to call it a loss and try something else. But if nothing else, life keeps underlining these decisions as extremely good in retrospect. Moving meant that appendix went bad in a dry Midwest location with power, instead of in the middle of Hurricane Irene.
Yep. It's been that kind of summer.
