I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it went well.
Nobody got hurt. We got it done, and we’re fine.
Whew.
We went to New York City. And we made it back.
We got there at rush hour. In a car. It was memorable. We made it.
We stayed in a ‘cheap’ hotel a few blocks up from Times Square. Just us and 170,000 other tourists that day. More like a quarter million, seasonally adjusted. That’s a lot of tourists.
My favorite part, hands down, was the Intrepid museum, along with the Growler BOGO.
We went to the Met. Holy shit. Best museum ever.
We ‘ate at the bar’ 3 times, and hung out at the bar once, waiting for a table. The street food didn’t look safe.
We had lunch at a tony top-floor window seat, looking down on Central Park and up at the skyline behind it, and Mary was consulting her weather app. “It’s cloudy.” she announced, as she put her phone down.
The weather was perfect. We rode the subway, and I saw a rat.
We walked across Central Park. We got lost in Grand Central Station. We saw the Rockettes and the Rockefeller Tree, and we got locked in a jostling press of humanity while trying to cross the road.
Our hotel even had a fire alarm in the middle of the night.
Now I’m not saying that all of this is exactly my cup of tea, but it was exciting, and I’m checking it off my bucket list.
Happy 73rd, dear.
The most peaceful place in town
The least peaceful place in town.
Christmas came and went, and it was a big to-do. All the girls showed up, and the Green house was full for 5 days.
Maybe it was the vibe, but I was feeling warm and toasty on Christmas Eve until I remembered the fire behind me was only a screensaver.
We baked a ham and ate late and lingered at the table. Mary was telling a story we’d all heard before, and was getting close to the punch line, and I shifted in my seat. Quite by accident, a fart leaked out. It was only a tiny little toot, but 7 pairs of eyes immediately locked onto mine, and I froze. I made myself as small as possible, and I croaked out “Oh no!”, and the sheetrock shook with laughter.
With two two year old boys, the big day was a hot mess of hedonism, waste, and excess.
In the Secret Santa, Mary got mine and I got hers.
Later, it was 5 grown women, glued to their phones, talking to nobody, and I left to commune with my cat.
Ready for the hungry hordes
It’s late, and the hordes are still hungry
The hordes themselves
The hordes in action
Five+ family friends
Four grand kids
Three daughters
Two adult males
And a grandmother in a pear tree!
My robot is 5/7 assembled and it moves like I’d hoped v2 would do.
I left out some bolts and glue, and it needs better wiring and a better brain, but so far so good.
About time.