With one hand on the full but uncapped bottles of
recently-pumped milk riding shotgun in order to prevent tear-inducing spillage,
I fished for cash for the tollbooth with the other. Not insignificant amount
forked over, I inched into the traffic jam on the George Washington Bridge. I
checked the clock and noted with a sigh that it would be a race for class. Man,
I was tired of feeling like I was always running five minutes behind. Funny, I
thought. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

To everyone’s dismay, they went back to Arkansas right
before Labor Day weekend, but left behind enough carpe diem energy to inspire me to abandon to-do lists and the
fact that we desperately needed groceries. We postponed our “bridge too far”
Lexington & Concord trip until some time in the distant future at which the
thought of staying in a hotel didn’t make us cringe, and hastily organized a "staycation."
And it was incredible. There are many, many things not to
like about living at (and specifically, on) West Point. My commute,
particularly when arranged around an every-three-hour pumping schedule, is awful.
Our neighborhood has zero privacy and a very high “Stepford” factor, and working
Moms are essentially outcasts. And we are about to become prisoners on post on home
game weekends- just me and the kids, that is, since Seth will be tied up on the
sidelines. And that’s all before winter weather turns the roads into ice rinks.
But it’s beautiful. Seriously stunning. The access to the outdoors
is unparalleled, the Hudson vistas are as ubiquitous as they are jaw dropping,
and we’re surrounded by kid-friendly outdoor activities unimpeded by traffic
and parking issues. Our long weekend was idyllic, as we explored our new home
and even made a foray in to the (surprisingly navigable on weekends) City. We took the kids to a sunset West Point band concert at Trophy Point, at which Finley rudely insisted on sitting in the front row and Ford napped.
We discovered
our new taco place in waterfront Peekskill,
and found an incredible brunch spot in Cornwall, on a picturesque farm where Finley chased chickens and devoured pancakes.
We spent a sunny, beautiful day in Central Park, exploring the zoo and sampling the wares of hot dog carts and laughing about Finley’s obsession with the horse carriages.
And we made Finley dress up in 17th century costumes at
the corn festival in Sleepy Hollow while we downed pumpkin ales, after which we said
goodbye to summer from beautiful Croton Point Park.
and found an incredible brunch spot in Cornwall, on a picturesque farm where Finley chased chickens and devoured pancakes.
We spent a sunny, beautiful day in Central Park, exploring the zoo and sampling the wares of hot dog carts and laughing about Finley’s obsession with the horse carriages.
So now we go about the business of establishing a routine
and eating something other than takeout and figuring out how we’re going to
squeeze in workouts and avoid getting stuck at bus stations in Harlem. (I am on
the verge of abandoning public transit for good, traffic be damned.)
Life is still a little chaotic and crazy, but we’re almost done with boxes and furniture assembly, and as fall approaches we’re looking forward to getting a handle on things in time for apple picking and football season. Both of which are nearly upon us, so wish us luck!
Life is still a little chaotic and crazy, but we’re almost done with boxes and furniture assembly, and as fall approaches we’re looking forward to getting a handle on things in time for apple picking and football season. Both of which are nearly upon us, so wish us luck!
A couple favorites from the last couple weeks or so (it’s been
awhile, since the computer situation is still in flux as we wait on the
delivery of a desk and revert to the use of Ethernet cables):
F&F on the swings at Round Pond, loving time with Ana
& Ata (even if Dad let Ford fall asleep in this incredibly awkward-looking
position).
Finley running around the backyard like a maniac, seconds
before she fell in her pool with the bucket on her head.
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