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Aug. 30th, 2007 09:36 pm.
We drove down to NJ to visit family in Landing and Hackettstown. The drive is three and a half hours straight, about five with breaks and lunch, and ten years with Sarah in the car. Miraculously, there were still three of us when we arrived. On Saturday, Sarah and I joined relatives in Grammy's new pool, which is heated, and thus is a great place to be.
On Sunday, Cathy and I accepted the offer of several relatives to keep Sarah amused for the day while we went to NYC. We drove in in relative comfort, the roads being far from busy, and parked in the Metropolitan Museum of Art's garage. We wandered around the museum. I snapped many photos. The damn flash went off three times -- once after I changed batteries ("No flashes, sir!"), once after I changed the memory card ("No flashes in the museum, sir."), and once when I turned the camera back on after having it off for a long time. Nobody called out to me, but I beat myself on the head and neck on general principles. Then we split up for a while. I made my way down to 56th Street where I had some food (having scorned the offerings in the museum's cafe) and bought a couple of books of music at Patelson's. Cathy caught up with me, having taken in much of the Frick's collection, and we returned to the car and fought our way back out of the city, returning to find that our relatives had kept Sarah entertained by going to a mall and buying stuff right and left. For a treat, I had a trio of sliders from the nearby White Castle.
Monday was a quieter day. Cathy and I had lunch at Ruby Tuesday, then everybody joined up for dinner at the Red Lobster. I've had better. We had spent some more time in the pool in the afternoon, which was fun until I made the mistake of executing a couple of barrel rolls, which made me feel sick and dizzy for several hours. Now I know not to do that again.
On Tuesday, we got up, said farewell to Mary and her dog Trixie, whose company Sarah had very much enjoyed. Trixie is a good, unexciting dog, due to her advanced age and physical debility, so Sarah could pet her without having the dog make any sudden moves, and Trixie liked the fact that Sarah fed her as many Scoobie Snacks as her hosts would permit. We said more farewells at Grammy's house, and I declined another trip out back to the pool, partly for reasons of time and partly because I wasn't fully recovered from the previous day's motion sickness. The drive home was fairly uneventful, luckily, and Sarah slept through some of it. Even so, she got to sleep fairly quickly that night.
Wednesday, Sarah and I were home together all day. We went out for groceries in the morning, and played some miniature golf in the afternoon. Today we all went to her new school together for orientation. We found her classroom, room 15, and her teacher, Mrs. G. Then Sarah played in the playground for a while, and we came home. Over the two days, I managed to skim the hundreds of LJ posts from when I was out, though not to get any paying work done. I did get a bit of non-paying work done, showing how faulty my priorities can be. While I was doing my back stretches, my sister called and said she doesn't have to do chemotherapy, so life is good.
Tomorrow I start my new life as the dad of a kindergartener. I'll get up at the same time, make her a lunch and a snack, then walk her three blocks to the bus stop. I'll also wait for the bus in the afternoon and walk her home. Between times, I'll try and keep earning money and keeping up with all the computer habits I formed when I didn't have any paying job. I might also manage to scan some more family slides and stuff, though I seem to have a pretty full dance card these days.
There. That's me, caught up.
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We drove down to NJ to visit family in Landing and Hackettstown. The drive is three and a half hours straight, about five with breaks and lunch, and ten years with Sarah in the car. Miraculously, there were still three of us when we arrived. On Saturday, Sarah and I joined relatives in Grammy's new pool, which is heated, and thus is a great place to be.
On Sunday, Cathy and I accepted the offer of several relatives to keep Sarah amused for the day while we went to NYC. We drove in in relative comfort, the roads being far from busy, and parked in the Metropolitan Museum of Art's garage. We wandered around the museum. I snapped many photos. The damn flash went off three times -- once after I changed batteries ("No flashes, sir!"), once after I changed the memory card ("No flashes in the museum, sir."), and once when I turned the camera back on after having it off for a long time. Nobody called out to me, but I beat myself on the head and neck on general principles. Then we split up for a while. I made my way down to 56th Street where I had some food (having scorned the offerings in the museum's cafe) and bought a couple of books of music at Patelson's. Cathy caught up with me, having taken in much of the Frick's collection, and we returned to the car and fought our way back out of the city, returning to find that our relatives had kept Sarah entertained by going to a mall and buying stuff right and left. For a treat, I had a trio of sliders from the nearby White Castle.
Monday was a quieter day. Cathy and I had lunch at Ruby Tuesday, then everybody joined up for dinner at the Red Lobster. I've had better. We had spent some more time in the pool in the afternoon, which was fun until I made the mistake of executing a couple of barrel rolls, which made me feel sick and dizzy for several hours. Now I know not to do that again.
On Tuesday, we got up, said farewell to Mary and her dog Trixie, whose company Sarah had very much enjoyed. Trixie is a good, unexciting dog, due to her advanced age and physical debility, so Sarah could pet her without having the dog make any sudden moves, and Trixie liked the fact that Sarah fed her as many Scoobie Snacks as her hosts would permit. We said more farewells at Grammy's house, and I declined another trip out back to the pool, partly for reasons of time and partly because I wasn't fully recovered from the previous day's motion sickness. The drive home was fairly uneventful, luckily, and Sarah slept through some of it. Even so, she got to sleep fairly quickly that night.
Wednesday, Sarah and I were home together all day. We went out for groceries in the morning, and played some miniature golf in the afternoon. Today we all went to her new school together for orientation. We found her classroom, room 15, and her teacher, Mrs. G. Then Sarah played in the playground for a while, and we came home. Over the two days, I managed to skim the hundreds of LJ posts from when I was out, though not to get any paying work done. I did get a bit of non-paying work done, showing how faulty my priorities can be. While I was doing my back stretches, my sister called and said she doesn't have to do chemotherapy, so life is good.
Tomorrow I start my new life as the dad of a kindergartener. I'll get up at the same time, make her a lunch and a snack, then walk her three blocks to the bus stop. I'll also wait for the bus in the afternoon and walk her home. Between times, I'll try and keep earning money and keeping up with all the computer habits I formed when I didn't have any paying job. I might also manage to scan some more family slides and stuff, though I seem to have a pretty full dance card these days.
There. That's me, caught up.
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