Are we having fun yet?

This morning, we left the house bright and early for the 3.5 hour drive to Hanover to visit Quinn and Eliot.

“This is fun!” I exclaimed cheerily as we headed north. “This is something we really missed out on living in California – the quick visit to college, taking the kids for a few good meals, hanging out, meeting their friends and generally get to know their life outside the nest.”

The lunch went as planned, but immediately after the check was paid, things took an unexpected turn. Engineering projects, it turned out, needed attention. And crew practice needed attending.

So we were left to our own devices until dinner…



Let’s Hang Out at the DMV

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…

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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.”

New York State of mind

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…

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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.

Group Sext

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.

Not Whole Foods

If you’re looking for a grocery shopping experience that differs from this one, venture on down to my local market (on route 9, past the John Deere dealership, the Creamery, behind the Mobil station) where yesterday I heard this conversation in the meat section…

“Whattaya been up to, dude?”


“Shit! Me, too!”

“Sucked, right?”

“Yeah. Even just for a year.”