So now when I visit New York, I make a point of living out that childhood fantasy. Sometimes we make it as far south as Pickle Guys, in the lower East Side, or wait in line for Russ and Daughters, and sometimes it’s just a quick stop into a bagel place, like today. But it’s satisfying in a way that few other things are.
I’m scared. Again. Still. I’m tempted to just hide out here in comfort with the wood stove, the shows to binge-watch, my job, my music. But I have to be proactive, and I invite you to join me.
We, and several hundred of our closest friends, decided to take in the sunset from the Bass Harbor Head Light. Here’s where our patience really paid off: We hit major traffic about a mile from the lighthouse, and realized that the tiny parking lot was completely full.
As we crested a hill and began to seemingly walk off the edge of the world, our boss looked back. “This next .6 miles – I don’t think you’re going to like it,” she said.
The very act of breathing had become a psychological hurdle for some of the women I encountered this summer. Hampered by societal and self-imposed pressure to take up less space and essentially become concave, I know women who suck their bellies in when they take a breath.
But no matter how she occupies herself (and she is, I have to say, very very patient), she often intones that same old refrain: “I’m boooooored. That was booooooring.”
And to that I say, that’s fine.
The driving session was the following morning. I learned how to turn on the master switch, and then hauled myself up into the driver’s seat. I adjusted it as far forward as it could go, although even then my feet barely reached the pedals. My crew chief sat in the passenger seat, calmly explaining how to move from park to drive to reverse as I suppressed a nervous giggle.
Hello from North Haven! Somehow it’s been a REALLY long time since I last wrote. Let’s see…Penrose turned 4, my entire house got norovirus just in time for opening night of my spring show, and both of our apple trees are in bloom for the first time ever! I want to wrap up the review […]
Hello from North Haven! It actually FEELS like spring, finally! So we’ve been outside a lot more, and watching a lot less PBS Kids lately, which is great! It also means that tick checks have started up again, during which my darling, precious, dainty daughter “tooted” directly in my face and then laughed so hard […]
In addition to the friendly, familiar animal characters, the show goes out of its way to address tough issues, such as natural disasters. It also won me over completely with an episode featuring the Bang On a Can All Stars, a contemporary music ensemble whom I never expected to see on an animated kids’ show.