Wow. Things have been a tad bit crazy here in the last few days. On Saturday we put my mom on a bus for Pittsburgh, where she would spend a day with her sister, before heading back home to Utah. On Sunday, I spent most of the day trying to finish a big sewing project (which is still not done – see the events of Monday) and then spent the evening relaxing with friends in celebration of Porter’s birthday. Monday was supposed to be my get-ready-for-our-trip day – something that should have happened much earlier, except I have a giant hole in my brain where information magically disappears. Information like the actual date we are leaving, as opposed to the made up date I was absolutely certain of. So I had a bunch of laundry to do, and cleaning, and hopefully, if there was time, sewing.
But then at about 7 am on Monday morning, our neighbor’s tree, which was uprooted by the wind storm we’d had that night (which also uprooted one of our large shrubs and scattered Oak branches across our property) fell over on to power lines and caught fire. We had no idea this is what happened until about 2 in the afternoon – and at that point, they were estimating the power would be back on at about midnight. So although I had done what cleaning I could (no vacuuming, and no laundry) and pulled out all the clean clothes to pack, we still had a fair amount to do as we prepared for darkness with a seance-worthy amount of candles. And then just as the last of our daylight was disappearing, the electricity came back on. We managed to get all the laundry done, be completely packed and in bed right before midnight.
Not too bad, considering. But I didn’t get any sewing done, and definitely couldn’t blog about my mom’s trip, or upload photos (which are still sitting in the New Pictures file on my desktop). And I’m currently sitting in a hotel room, in South Bend, Indiana (home of Notre Dame – Rudy!Rudy!Rudy!) – with no means of accessing those photos, and a very full week ahead in Kenosha, Wisconsin. We’ll be celebrating Tom’s grandfather’s 90th birthday – and it’s an extra big deal because Alyssa is flying in from Utah to share in the festivities.
I don’t know how often I’ll be on the internet at all, let alone if I’ll have time to blog. I’ll try to keep my twitter feed updated, so you can keep up on all the events – after all- who wants to miss out on knowing about our trip to Mars Cheese Castle? That’s right. No one.
As for the time I spent with my mom – it went by too fast, as these trips tend to do. She was here for 2 weeks, and I wish I could have kept her for 2 more. We talked, we cooked, we knitted, we tried to force Sophie to crawl (seriously, what is her problem? That kid is stubborn!) – we just enjoyed each other’s company.
We did get some unexpected fun in – who knew the farm show was such a big deal in Harrisburg? Well, probably everyone, but I didn’t – we couldn’t even get off the freeway for 20 minutes because of backed-up traffic, and when we finally made it, we had to park in BFE and get herded to the show like a bunch of cattle (ironic, or fitting?). It turned out to be almost exactly like Utah’s state fair – just all indoors. We got to see hundreds of animals, bought some fantastic yarn from locally raised alpacas, shared a potato donut (so yummy), checked out useful and useless gadgets, and sampled, sampled, sampled.
Our trip to New York City was more on the lines of expected fun. We had specifically planned to go, so we could visit my cousin Ruth, and also my cousin Rachel, who recently moved to the city from Idaho. Despite the persistent backache I’ve had from schlepping Sophie around the city in her sling, we had a lot of fun. A few memorable moments:
- Sitting on the steps of Ruth’s Harlem apartment, knowing that city life is completely unpractical for our family, but enjoying living vicariously.
- Sophie’s reaction to the city. She was in love at first sight. And she couldn’t stop looking, and looking, and looking. She’d impatiently push her hood off her head, over and over, as she tried to soak it all in despite the cold. She loved New York, and New York loved her. Lots of smiles and coos from strangers on the subway, in the shops, and on the streets.
- Balkan food with so much family that I felt deliriously happy. We had to squish 3 tables together. 3!
- Ella’s melt-down ON THE FLOOR OF THE SUBWAY TRAIN. WHILE IT WAS MOVING. And then again, later, ON THE SUBWAY STAIRS. As if Target’s dirty floor wasn’t bad enough.
- The nice lady that helped me get her down the stairs and out of the path of foot traffic.
- The coos and flirting from strangers, only 5 minutes later. She knows exactly when to flip that switch and wind the city around her little finger. And once Sophie joins in? Forget about it. (Say it with the accent – you know you want to.)
- Making it to the Met, on the subway, without Tom or Ruth as a guide. We are masters of the underground! (Google maps may have helped a little.)
- Another family dinner – Peruvian food this time. Dinner with family that bullied me in to trying beef heart and seafood. So not cool. Mushroom quinotto with asparagus started to make up for it. The post-dinner gelato and walk through the west village wiped the slate clean.
- Silly, exhausted, giggling back at the hotel.
- Our last day. Stopping at a street vendor for lunch on our way back from a yarn store – sitting in Herald square, waving goodbye to Broadway.
Pictures to be posted when we get back home from the trip. Here’s to a week filled with more family, and hopefully, lots of cheese.