Today was designated DMV day, a day I’d been putting off for months because I assumed all DMVs were like the SoCal DMV where hours of waiting in line with hundreds of equally irritated people wins you an audience with a tweaked DMV employee. Needing both a new registration AND a new license, I carved out four hours and prepared to be irritated.
And this is the slice of heaven I found when I walked into the DMV in Hudson, New York…
One person in line, and dear Mary, who patiently guided me through the paper work. I was in and out in 25 minutes, and it only took that long because I had to do one of the forms twice (pen explosion).
Mary handed over the plates, smiled and said, “Welcome to New York.”
Diary entry, January 26, 2013: Wrote all morning then walked the dog. Freezing out, probably, like, 60. I think LA is getting colder in general. Lunch with Mark at the Country Mart. Warmed up enough that we could eat outside. I had the kale salad. Tasted like hay, but I have to keep the pounds off so I can keep wearing skinny clothes. Afternoon tennis with Shawn. Barbecue and mojitos on the patio with the Schnieders. I wonder if I’ll miss all this when we move to New York…
Diary entry, January 26, 2014: Spent all morning stacking firewood in the basement. Must reduce crazy heating oil expenses. Need a wood burning furnace. Or one that runs on french fry oil. Is there such a thing? Dog refused to go outside. The car needed a jump, and then Red Hook Hardware was all out of space heaters and fat wood. Are you kidding me!? For lunch I had a reuben sandwich, potato chips, soup, an apple smeared with almond butter and three oat cookies. Fuck it. Winter clothes/obesity. What’s the difference? I wonder if Sharper Image makes fleece gloves that I can wear while typing. Tweaked my back trying to pick-ax a deer turd that was frozen to the front walk. Maybe I should grow a really huge beard.
…A half inch of quality, upcountry glazing comes free with all NY license plates. Who knew!?
Jack and Henry 22 years ago…
Henry and Jack 2 days ago…
During our move from LA to rural NY, I told my wife that I planned to country-accessorize immediately upon arrival. I would own outdoor animals. I would buy farm equipment. My clothing would be “Git er done” flannel and denim, and my hat would read “John Deere”. Her response was, “Knock yourself out, poser.”
She had a point. I mean, how lame for an out-of-state urbanite to dress up all country local without actually being country local. But today, as I was walking our dog across a barren cornfield, I found this little beauty, frozen in the snow…
And I really don’t think it would be right to wear it without a proper tractor underneath me.
Sylvie and I have been alone together for a week, in the middle of nowhere New York, house-bound due to heavy snow, sub-zero temperatures and, today, freezing rain. This morning when I came down the stairs she gave me her “we need to talk” look…
Okay, I don’t speak dog, but she was probably saying one of three things, maybe all three: “Do the world a favor and shave.” “Are you what happens to people when they move from Los Angeles to the arctic?” “Force me to watch televised bowling again and I will end you.”
Unfortunately, my wife and I were not in the same country last night so we had to spend evening texting…
Anna: Happy New Year! xo
Sam: Happy New Year! I love you!
Anna: Wish we were ringing in a snowy new year together.
Sam: Me, too. xooxox
Henry: Could you guys take this elsewhere!
Anna: Oh, shit. We’re on group text.
Sam: Oops. Better ramp up the sexting on another channel.
Quinn: For the love of god!
Henry: Heading to roof for suicide attempt.