I'm in love with my exterminator!

   The first week that we moved in I was walking down the spiral stairs to the downstairs bedroom and I heard squeeking at the baseboards on the first floor. Squeeking like a nest of baby mice. YES!  Please feel free to feel my horror!  We went out that weekend and bought several RidX plug-ins (they emit a high frequency that is supposed to irritate rodents, hence shooing them away).  And... it worked.  It worked for about a month.  Then the scurrying noises began.  Sounds of tiny feet running along the wall.  We have stairs that lead half a flight up to Cameron's bedroom and you could hear them scrambling under the stairs.

  Please don't think this wasn't upsetting, because it was.  Our apartment management company changed in September, but when we called the old managment company in July with our complaints (we moved into this apartment in June) they sent a guy out.  He was a nice enough fellow named Jonathan, but he brushed it off as life in New York City in an old apartment building.  Well, if you think about it that's stupid because almost all apartment building in New York are at least 100 years old and not all of them have rodent problems. But because he was the exterinator "on staff" in the building I just went with it.

  Last month the problem worsened.  The sound of the mice in the wall was more constant and the sound under the stairs sounded like larger bodies (I won't say the word).  One night we were watching TV and we heard a thud.  We all stopped, looked at the stairs, looked back at each other, and said "s*&^%, that was big!" 

   The kitchen opens up into the living room so if you are sitting on the couch and something in the kitchen happens you can hear it.  A week later, and again we are watching television.  In the middle of watching "Jeff Who Lives at Home" there was the sound of a pot lid in the cabinet falling.  We put the movie on pause.  We looked at each other with wide eyes and I probably screamed, although that is a blur. 

  Jeff went over to the counter and opened the bottom cabinet doors.  He stuck his head in and looked around with the flashlight.  The cabinets are deep so he looked back towards the wall were the pipes come into the apartrment.  There, perched on a cooking pot in the direct beam of the flashlight, was a little mouse staring back at him.  He said there was a moment of recognition and then the mouse scurried back into the hole in the wall.  All the while I am sitting on the couch frozen with fear.  I can't believe it.  It's one thing to hear them in the wall, but now they have infiltrated.  There is no safe place.  Jeff found some steel wool and stuffed the hole.  We go back to the movie.  Suddenly we hear the cabinet door shut as if something was trying to push it open but was unable to succeed.  Dear god!  They are trying to push their way out of the cabinet.  Forget the frickin' movie.  I am over the top!  Jeff returns with the flashlight.  He examines his steel wool work and sees that the mouse (mice) have pushed it out.  We tied the cabinet doors closed and decide to call the exterminator the next morning.  When we move away from the cabinet and start getting ready for bed the cats lie down in front of the cabinet with their eyes fixed on the door.  Really?  As if I don't know the mice are in there the cats are now going to set up camp to remind me that they can smell the little critters just inches away in the cabinets.

  The next morning I called the new exterminating company contracted with the new management in our apartment buidling.  They guy showed up mid morning, so that was fantastic.  I telecommute and my desk is in the living room.  The cats were still staring at the cabinet and every time the heating pipes knocked I felt my heart race, so the exterminator could not get here fast enough.  When the guy got here he introduced himself as "Fida".  He was a good looking young Pakastinian in his late 20's.  I told him what had happened and I told him I was FREAKING out.  He stayed calm and spoke in a soothing manner.  He said his company had just acquired the exterminating contract on the buidling and they were keenly aware of the rodent problem.  He said that they were working on the laundry room and the courtyard for, dare I say it... rats... and the interior for mice.  He said it might take a few weeks to complete the job in my apartment but he would work with me directly and get the job completed.  He went under the cabinets and filled the holes (yes plural, he found three holes) with steel wool then put a sheet of sticky mouse trap paper up to cover the hole.  He said that even if the mice pulled the steel wool out, they would be confronted with the sticky paper which they would not like.  He then drilled several tiny holes in the wall where we had heard noises, he shot poison in, and then put little green stickers on the holes so that he could come  back in two weeks and put more poison in.  He wrote his name and number on a piece of paper and he told me to call him any time if I wanted him to return before the prescribed two weeks was up.  I immediatly put the number on the fridge.

  During the week we did hear some scampering behind the walls, but it was much diminished from before.  I wanted to call the exterminator, but Jeff said that he had said to wait two weeks.  Much to my surprise and delight a week later I got a knock on the door.  It was Fida checking in.  He had been checking some of his work in other parts of the building and wanted to see if I was ok and if I'd seen any changes.  Ok, now THAT is service.  I told him I'd heard some slight sounds near the stairs so he shot some more poison in that area of the wall.

  Fida could have been like many New York service workers and been curt and dismissive.  Instead he listened.  He promised to do his best to correct the situation.  And he smiled a reassuring smile.  He's obviously not afraid of rodents, but he did not mock my fear and he seemed to understand my inability to live in a house where mice might pop their heads out of the cabinet doors.

  It has now been two weeks; there are no sounds of mice at all.  All the holes are still patched.  No - I'm not confident that the situation is taken care of.  Fida even said that in New York it's not a matter of completing a job, it's all about getting the initial job taken care of then maintaining the property. 

  As you know, we moved from 80th to 108th Street this summer.  Unlike some things, rodents do not pick and choose locations based  upon real estate prices.  As a matter of fact, the rat issue was a huge problem on 80th Street.  I used to sit on our stoop and talk on the phone, but (especially in the summer) the sight of rats scurrying underneath the cars parked on the street was a nightly occurance.  For some reason I don't notice it on our new street at all. About a year ago there was an article on the news about a children's playground on 77th Street and Amsterdam that was overrun by rats at night. The city was working to clean up the problem.  Hmm... I think I may have talked half of the people who wanted to come to New York City to visit out of their trips.  I hope not.  99.9% of visitors will never see a rat in New York City, but 99.9% of the people who live here will have.  My blog is all about what it's like to live in NYC so I guess this is just another part of my experience here.  I'm just trying to take it all in stride, although I have to admit this element of city living is one I'd gladly have skipped.

Let the Season begin...

  This time last year I was looking for a job and trying not to see Christmas happening around me. For the first time in my adult life I did not have any desposable income to spend on decorations or gifts. It may have been the darkest I've ever felt.  But I've been working two jobs since February and although it's taken months to catch up there is light at the end of the tunnel.  Today I was able to begin enjoying our second holiday season in New York.

  Cameron and a group of her friends from her youth group decided to go to Macy's to see Santa. My dear friend, Charlene, said that she was going to accompany the kids since her 12 year old son wanted to go and she didn't want to saddle the older kids with keeping track of the younger youth. Since I had the rare Saturday off from "un-named retailer", I decided to join the merry band.  I was shocked by the line.  The North Pole is on the 8th floor of Macy's.  The line begins in an area of the store that is decorated for Santa's Workshop, but you quickly wind out of the workshop and start making you way back through the human resources and accounting departments. Of course I thought of the offices in "A Miracle on 34th Street" and it looked very much the same as the 60 year old movie. Much to my surprise the line moved very fast, but there was a reason for that.  Unlike mall Santa's where there is just one Santa.... at Macy's there a at least ten.  Once your are ushered into the Winter Wonderland you follow a path that is filled with absolutely breathtaking decorations and murals and at a certain point an elf directs you into a certain line artery.  All of the sudden you are in a cozy room in the presence of the jolly old elf himself.  The elf helper asked if we wanted a photo taken by Macy's or if we wanted to use our own cameras.  We opted for both. The kids handed Charlene and I their phones and asked that we snap a quick pic.  OK, I don't know how to take a picture with these new fangled touch screen phones.  I tried but I think I handed back most phones with blurry pictures, 10 pictures in an instant, or no photo at all. Our Santa was a little lacking in gurth and Cameron later noted from the photo that he had a bit of a comb over in his bangs, but all in all he was a jolly fellow and he took the time to ask each person what they wanted for Christmas.  It was a more sophisticaed list of wishes as the kids are primarily in high school, including wishes for college acceptance letters, IPads, clothes, and world peace.  After spending the later part of the Santa experience in the North Pole I had to laugh when after you exit the room with Santa you are ushered back into an unadorned hallway and ultimately spit out into a room filled with screeens to view your photos with the elves hurrying people to the counters to buy the photo packages.

 




  Jeff and Jordan met me after the Santa experience and we headed off to Christmas shop as the youth group headed back uptown to the Christmas pageant play rehearsal and ultimately to a youth group lock-in at the church. 
 
  Before we began our midtown madness we stopped at a Mexican Restaurant and ordered spciey tacos and margaritas to prepare ourselves for the crowds that we were about to encounter.



   We stopeed at K-Mart first. Let me explain that in NYC, unlike there rest of the country, big box discount stores are rare. Since I've lived here I have only been to Target twice, K-Mart once, and never to a Wal-Mart. Although we ventured in looking for Christmas tree lights and decorations I couldn't resist socks and underwear, which took us through shoes and accessories.  So many little affordable things to buy, but... I stayed focused.  Downstairs we found endless strings of lights, decorations, and holiday sweetes (Queen Anne's Chocolate Covered Cherries, Archway Cashew Nougets, and Little Debbie's - dont' take these things for granted my midwestern friends). One of the apartments across the street from our apartment has a string of lights blinking in their windows and the girls and I have been looking for something to compete, but were weren't able to find anything interesting or worthy of the competition.  We live in a re-gentrified neighborhood, but their is still a strong Dominican presence so we have to make a statement with our window decorations. $160 later, we left with apartment deocrations, Christmas dvd's, secret Santa gifts, and socks. 

  After K-Mart, which does not have a bathroom (really? a three story store with no restroom?) we headed back to Macy's to use the bathroom. We made our way through the crowd of shoppers to the 2nd floor.  The line for the women's restroom was out of the bathroom through the shoe department and into junior clothing.  Insane.  Forget it. 

  Jordan had a gift idea for Cameron at the Disney Store in Time Square so we began to make our way uptown via Broadway.  The night was cold but the streets were filled with shoppers and the windows were decorated with Christmas scenes.  We made our way to the Disney Store.  The sidewalks were so crowded in Time Square that when we stood in front of the store I took Jeff and Jordan's hands and said, "Alright, lets make a break for it" and we pressed our way to the door through the throngs of shoppers heading uptown/downtown. A mall can be exasperating, but these masses are an element to be reckoned with. Once you are in the store you have to stay on the course of the crowd.  You can stop and look, but don't try going against that tide to revisit an item or you will be slammed. 

  I still had to use the bathroom.  There is a Doubletree Hotel on 49th Street and Broadway.  The entrance is a non-descript elevator entrance and the lobby is on the 2nd floor.  When you live in New York you have scouted out the best public bathrooms in the city.  You have a few catagories; quickest access, cleanest, and most secretive.  The Doubletree scores high marks for cleanest and most secretive.  When we sat down in the plush cocktail lounge I felt the blood rushing from my feet up into my legs and when I stood again it sent pins and needles into my feet. While I was in the restroom Jordan went up to the front desk and asked for cookies.  Doubletree offers free chocolate chip cookies to their guests. The front desk agent did not ask for a room number or i.d., but instead asked how many cookies she wanted.  We sat in the peace and quiet of the lobby for a good 30 minutes enjoying the seating, the quiet, and the cookies.  We thought about buying a cocktail, but decided that we would leave the $15 glasses of wine to the tourists.  Jordan stole my camera out of my bag and took this most unflatettering picture of Jeff and me, but since it's out there I decided to post it so that you could feel our exhaustion at 4:55 in the afternoon.



  Ultimately we headed back uptown on the B Train with other weary shoppers heading home after a day in the heat of the holiday season. Choral groups hopped subway cars singing holiday tunes and shaking their hats for change keeping the day lively and exhausting from being to end.

Chose Where You Get Your Flu Shot Based on Zip Code

   Let me just start with this thought.  Just as not every doctor should be a surgeon, not every pharmacist should administer vaccinations.

   Last week we actually found an evening that we were all home together.  After dinner we headed the two blocks over to Amsterdam Avenue to get our flu shots at Duane Reade/Walgreens. 

    In June we moved from the affluent West 80th and Amsterdam (zip code 10024) to the more, shall we say, culturally diverse West 108th and Manhattan Avenue (zip code 10025). Last year when we got our flu shots in the old neighborhood the pharmacist at Duane Reade/Walgreens was a tall silver haired sage.  He was very relaxed in his manner and put us at ease as he quickly and competently gave painless flu shots. 

  The pharmacist this year was a very young woman with frizzy strawberry blond hair and thick wire framed glasses.  I only note this because I thought to myself that although she was quite young  that she must have spent her college years focused on her studies and not her vanity.  This is a perfect example of "don't judge a book by it's cover".

  I got my shot first.  It should be a quick prick and a Band-aid.  But... this was a jab and a slow release of serum.  Ouch!

  Jeff was next. 

  While he was getting his shot I walked over to see how Jordan was doing anticipating her turn.  Jordan is notoriously afraid of needles.  I have seen her pass out and seizure during a blood draw.  The last time she had a dental filling she told the dentist that she was afraid of needles and he dismissed it until he gave her the Novocaine shot and she was out cold.  She said she remembers getting the shot and the next thing she knew she woke up in a darkened room wearing an oxygen mask, the dentist sitting next to her holding her hand, and the entire staff peering in the doorway.  I told her that she looked rather nervous and that maybe she should wait.  She said she was determined to do it tonight to get it over with. When she asked if it were painful I lied, hoping mine had been a fluke.

  When Jordan sat in the hot seat she told the pharmacist that she was prone to fainting but the young woman just said that she'd never seen anything like that before over something as simple as a flu shot. I walked away so that I wouldn't add to Jordan's nerves.  After browsing the toothpaste aisle for a minute I returned to Jordan's side.  She was still sitting in the chair.  I asked her how she was doing and she said "fine".  In an instant her eyes went blank and she started to have small seizures.  As this was happening the pharmacist who had been chatting with Jordan moments before literally took two steps AWAY from the patient.  I remember thinking, "Wait, you are the medical professional!"  Jordan was out for about fifteen seconds and never once did the pharmacist speak, a lot less come to her aid. 

  Later I asked Jordan what had happened.  She said it was  a combination of the pharmacist saying "oh, I'm sorry" during the shot and the pharmacist asking her to hold the cotton ball while she undid the Band-aid and when she pulled the cotton ball away there was a speck of blood. 

  At the very beginning when the pharmacist put on the latex gloves and her fingers got stuck to the Band-aids she was preparing I should have listened to my instincts and headed the mile and a half back down to 79th Street.  It may not seem very far as the crow flies but in corporate personnel placement, the pharmacist on tony 79th street (zip code 10024) would have earned his cushy location through a combination of experience and excellent service, whereas the more off beat locations, I assume, would be a launching ground for less experienced or less proficient pharmacists.

  Oh, well.  Another valuable lesson learned in the big city: location, location, location.

Big Disappointments and little Blessings

This will be a short blog because it's more of a thought than a full fledged story.

and let me preface it by saying that my sister has told me "enough with the negativity.  I can't take it anymore".  I wanted to say to her "welcome to my world", but I choked back the tears and let her talk.

I have been planning for months a trip back to Colorado in the fall. My Colorado book club is having a retreat to a condo in Frisco next weekend and I have been focussing my dream on going to the retreat to reconnect with my beloved friends as well as to take the opportunity to go to Denver to see Hunter's new apartment as well as to go to our storage locker and ship back to New York some things that will make our apartment feel more like home (Halloween/Christmas decorations, family photos, etc..).  I guess I knew by the 1st week in September that the finances were impossible, but I didn't tell anyone until this past weekened.  I just kept praying that I'd win lotto or some ship would come in.   I even think Jeff thought I was going until I said something to him about my work schedule a few days ago and he said, "I thought you were going home next weekend?"

I had a wonderful birthday on Saturday.  Actually, it was one of the nicest birthdays I can remember.   Very low key.

My friend Charlene and her daughter Jessie invited Cameron and me out to breakfast.  They generously treated us to brunch at my new favorite restaurant The Kitchenette on Amsterdam and 125th Street (shabby chic decor and comfort foods).  We walked home through Morningside Park and stopped by a farmers market near our apartment to buy apples, corn, and eggs. I don't want to gush, but... Charlene and Jessie are earthly angles.   I honestly can't imagine what would have happened to us if they had not taken us on as their friends. 

With my weekday schedule doing verifications for HR Plus, and my evenings and weekends job working for "un-named retailer" I have not  been biking in Central Park with my familly all summer.  I live on 108th and Central Park West so this is riduculous!  I was determined that on my Big 5-0 we would spend a few hours biking come hell or high water.  We did it!  We biked through the park and took a detour via 5th Avenue and 110th to reach the Conseratory Garden which is Central Park's botanical garden. It's paradise in the city.

Afterwards, home.  Nap.  Get dressed for the evening.

I had heard on New York Live, Channel 4 that Max Brenner's was the place to dine for chocoloate lovers.  That would be me.  Jeff made the reservaation. 

We left the house at 7:45 and we had 8:01 reservations down on Broadway and 14th Street.  We never take cab, but... it was my birthday and we were running so late.  Lesson learned.  Take the subway.  $25 dollars and 25 minutes later we made it to the restaurant via yellow cab.   I must admit it was nice being stuck in traffic in midtown Manhattan looking up at St. Patrick's Catherdral and the Empire State as we slowly made our way down 5th Avenue, but the traffic was unexpected and annyong. We made it to the chocolate paradise and had a lovely dinner.  Next time I think we should just go for dessert.  By the time the chocoloate decadence arrived after our meal I was almost to full to eat.  Almost..., but I made room. LOL!

Home.  A nice glass of wine.  And it was done.  Welcome to 50.  It feels pretty good.

Subways, PATH trains, and Rental Cars

On Saturday I had the day off  (Labor Day Weekend).  Feeling like I have been basically cheated of summer due to my work schedule I researched my options very carefully.  In Colorado we loved tubing, be it the Yampa River in Steamboat Springs, the Animas  River in Durango, or Clearkcreek in Golden. And I really missed that last summer.  I think my Google search was river tubing near New York City http://delawarerivertubing.com/.  The search that came up was the" Delaware River Tubing, Co.- Home of the Famous River Hot Dog Man".

We live deep in Manhattan.  And the last time I was out of the city (besides a few day trips to Long Island to Long Beach for a day of surf and sun) was in May when I went to St. Louis to go to my brother Brett's wedding. I had to make this day count. Although I love Camie and would have loved to have spent the day with her going down the lazy river I suggested that she bring a friend to make the day a little more exciting for her.  She invited her friend Carlota, who is a 100% lovely young girl, void of any annoying flaw.  Carlota has lived in New York City her whole live, the daughter of an artist/Soho gallery art director and a fashion designer, so she understands the task of getting out of the city and into the fresh air. The task being the getting there.  I had layed out an affordable plan.  Jeff, Cam, and I understand the art of the budget, so it was wise of Cam to include a friend who does not own a car or have access to a car service to come with us.  When we told Carlota that we would take the #1 train to Chambers Street, the PATH train from World Trade Center to Jersey City, and a rental car from Jersey City to Frenchtown, New Jersey she did not blank an eye.  Like any true New Yorker she appreciated that two and half hours of transportation would transport her from an urban environment to a sleepy Revolutionary War township.

With toasted bagels and Vitamin Waters in tow we headed to Broadway and 110th to the #1 subway to Chambers Street.  We got off on Chambers Street, came up from the subway to walk to the two blocks to the the PATH train entrance at the World Trade Center.  OK, so I digress, but the whole World Trade Center area has a weird vibe.  It has a bizarre muted quality to it.  Perhaps, people are not as loud in that area of the city due the the history, but is has a strange sound quality that no other area of the city has. So we walk the two blocks and look up at the new world trade towers being erected. They are both awe inspiring and terrifying.  I've been looking for a dream job and honestly I'm not sure that I would ever step foot in an elevator in that building.  Too much history or too much fear, I'm not sure which.

On the the PATH train. Four minutes on the train and we were in New Jersey. Actually the view from Jersey City into Manhattan was awesome.  Now we had to walk the two blocks to the Hertz Rental Car Agency.  Understand that just over the river in Manhattan a rental car for one day over Labor Day Weekend is $180 and up, but just over/or under the river in New Jersey the same car is $90, which Jeff had in frequent driver miles.  Hence the subway and PATH train rides.  I don't know if it was the power of Jeff's corporate card or they were simply out of compacts but they upgraded us to a mid size.  The drive was about an hour and a half to Frenchtown, NJ.  New Jersey gets a bad rap due to its industrial area in the north, but the area we were in was gorgeous, old farm houses, old growth forest and historic hamlets.  There was a detour, due to downed power lines, that did take us a bit out of our way, but we found an old graveyard that we stopped at and we met some friendly folks at a gas station that gave us directions to the river outfitters, so it was all good.

The family that owns this company has all bases covered: parking fees, tube rentals, food on the river, and transportation to and from your car.  Actually, it's a brilliant idea.  It's all local and family owned, so gotta give it to the locals for making bank in their own backyard.   I have to say the most ingenious part is the food on the river.  Half way through the four hour tubing trip there is a stop at the "Famous Hot Dog Man".  It is opened to all, but it is part of the tubing package at the Delaware River Tubing Company.  With the package you get a hot dog/or cheeseburger, drink, and chips/candy bar. The stand and grills are set up in the water so that you wade about thigh deep out to the stand to order your food and drinks, which considering the heat was quite refreshing. 

Ready to go!

Cameron has a odd allergy to cold that makes her break out in hives and sure enough when the girls caught up with us for lunch Cam's hands, legs, stomach were bright red.   Of course I forgot to bring along the Benedryl, which made me feel equal parts bad mother and hysterical because I feared what might happen if her hives worsened over the course of the float trip. Spoiler Alert - when she got out of the water five hours after entering she was fine.

At one point I was floating down a particularly lazy part of the river.  I was watching puffy clouds morph into magical objects.  I thought to myself that this would be a perfect time for prayer.  But as I laid my head back and resumed my observation of the clouds I decided I was too relaxed to pray.  And I think that's OK. May-be God's plan for me that day was to do nothing more than watch the clouds.  Sometimes silence is the best form of prayer.

Jeff and I reached the exit points about 45 minutes before Cameron and Carlotta.  Slowly, slowly the girls floated down the river and joined us.  Carlotta had an awesome underwater camera and basically the girls used the float trip as a backdrop for a photo shoot.  Unfortunately, Carlotta has not posted her pics yet to Facebook for me to steal, so I only a one from my lame land locked camera of the girls in the parking lot. 

Five hours after we began the float down the Delaware River.  No worse for the wear.

After we got back to the car and changed out of our damp bathing suits we headed into Frenchtown for dinner.  It's a tiny tourist town, but the historic preservation committee has done an amazing job of preserving this Revolutionary War town.  We found a cafe with outdoor seating which was all well and good until the mosquito started biting me.  After never getting a mosquito bite all summer I was suddenly dinner.  Ugh... The next day I counted six huge bites.  Oh, well, if that's the worst part of any day....

After dinner we headed back to the city.  The girls slept in the car, we stopped and got gas and my 44 oz. diet pepsi, and we listened to top 40 radio.  It was an hour and a half of zen.  We returned our car to the Hertz Agency in Jersey City.  We took a few minutes to observe the view of Manhattan from the Jersy side before re-entery the choas of the city.

Then we got back on the Path Train and headed home via the #1 Train to the Upper West Side. And that's how you do a day out of the city.

                                                                                               

The Best Tourist, and why...

The last time Clinton and I we were in New York City together was in 1985 when I was a single, club hopping, hipster living in Manhattan and he was a college student visiting me from Missouri. I took him to all the hottest night spots and left him to tour the city by himself during the day while I did my day job at Morgan Stanely to support my groovy lifestyle. So being back together after 27 years in the city was rather daunting. Not only am I no longer a hipster but I wasn't sure how I was going to recreate the fun and excitment of our youth.

Clinton has an awesome son, Blake, who helped us move into tiny our apartment on West 80th Street last summer when he was doing a college internship in Albany. So we were looking forward him visiting again and seeing our awesome, new,(spacious) apartment on 108th Street. He appeared to be appropriately impressed and we were glad to have made it through the year to show him that his moving skills last summer had not been in vain.

The trip was a college graduation gift to Blake who just graduated from Kansas State. They made their plane reservations and built on that. Actually, after all was said and done they only set aside the Saturday of their visit to spend with us. They had a big picture plan of what they wanted to see. Of course that is always about 50% more than what is humanly possible to see in city like New York, but they made a valent effort. Blake also had some friends that he wanted to see, so we were not the only tour guides on their agenda.

Now to begin the fun.

I told my brother not to deviate from the plan of getting from Laguardia Airport to my apartment on 108th and Manhattan Avenue (an estimated $30 yellow cab ride). All he had to do was stand in the yellow cab line at the airport and he would be ushered into a cab and dropped off at my doorstep in 20 mintues. At one point I called and asked where he was. Answer "yellow cab line". Second call I asked where he was and he answered "in a cab headed to your house." Third call, 30 mintues into the ride, I asked where he was and he said, "Near Bloomingdales, we took the Midtown Tunnel." Third call I asked where he was and he said, "In front of your apartment." $55 later - a gypsy cab delivered him to my doorstep. PEOPLE - don't get in a gypsy cab!!! Clinton and Blake stuck to the "but he was a really nice driver and the black sadan was really clean" story the whole time they were here. Secretly, I think they learned their lesson when the yellow cab ride back to the airport took 20 minutes and $30 back on the return trip.

Anyone who reads my blog knows that I work two jobs (blah, blah, blah), but in this case I have to mention it to explain why I took them on a tour of Central Park in the dark. The little time that I did have off during their stay I felt compelled to show them the sights of our neighborhood. So after work one day we set off into Central Park. I had taken a wonderful shot of Clinton 24 years ago in front of the San Remo Apartment and Clinton wanted to reinact the photo. But there were resevoirs to see and bicyclist to dodge, and swing sets to swing on (Cameron) to get down to the West 70's before dark, so excuse the dark shot, but we did our best. By the time we reached Bethesda Fountain it was pitch dark. Lovers and tourist still filled the area and the lights from the Boathouse shimmered off the water, but I was disappointed that we weren't able to see more. We were so hungry. Big Nick's was just three avenues and three blocks away, so I kept the focus on walking. In the defense of all NYC tourist, a block to a New Yorker and a block to a tourist are vastly different. Hunger, thirst and tired feet keep the tourist going towards the promised land and it is up to the local to keep the conversation and visual tour guide ("oh, here his the Dakota where John Lennon was shot. Let's take some photos.")going. Big Nick's is a local favorite and a real bargain in the scheme of the city prices, so I knew that if I could just get them there we would enjoy a much needed sidewalk cafe seat to enjoy the sights of the sidewalk traffic and a large (if not re-fillable iced tea). We made it! And Clinton was so relieved to have found a seat and sustanance that he treated us all to dinner. Thanks again, Clinton!

Clinton and I got up early one morning and went to the Hungarian Cafe a few blocks from my apartment. It's a famous literary cafe that I knew he would appreciate since he is such an avid reader. Our waitress was a beautiful, Hungarian gypsy girl making the experience complete. The bathrooms are usuallyf full of graffeti, except that they just white washed the walls so when Clinton went in with the pen I gave him he had to begin anew. When Cameron and I were there the other night for a late night pastry I forgot to go into the bathroom to see if Clinton's autograph was still the lone name on the wall or if he had spurred the tradition on. Since Jeff and I were both working during the day Clinton and Blake made their own plans. They met a friend of Blake's for lunch one day in the East Village at a Cuban retaurant, and another day they had went to the Lower East Side to see the Tenament Musuem and have lunch at Katz's deli. Their big outing was going to Yankee Stadium to see a game that Friday night. Anyone who knows Clinton understands what a giant check off his bucket list that was.

I had Friday off so at long last I was able to spend a day with them from beginning to end. We started with standing in line for bagels at Absolute Bagels on Broadway and 108th and ended the day eating dinner at a mofia run restaurent in Little Italy. In between I tried to remember "don't over walk". Taxi's are expensive and waiting for a bus or a subway to go 10 blocks (half a mile) is a waste of time, so overwalking is par for the course if you want to see all that you want to see. We had to walk to the marina to go kayaying because getting to the Hudson River is really only accessible via a pedestian path.

Some of the best sightseeing of landmarks is from Columbus Circle to Lincoln Center (and both were on their to do list),and then walking the Highline was a one mile walk were the whole idea is to "walk". So we walked and walked. We spent twenty minutes in front of the Trump residential towers creating our own story based on real estate photos that were posted. We ended up walking near Cameron's new high school so we took a detour so that they could get a glimpse at where Cam would be spending the next four year. And when we finally made it to Lincoln Center we came across a rehearsal for an outdoor theater performance. It was a bizarre aerial silk acrobatics performance with a woman with no legs and her male partner (yes, he had legs). We watched in amazmennt and afterwards Clinton and Cameron tried to explain what we had seen, but nothing can really describe it. But again, it's all about walking and stumbling upon things that you never expected that make New York such a gem. We went to Little Italy for dinner. Everyone knows that you don't go to Mulberry Street to get good Italian food, but there is no denying the festive atmosphere of the neighborhood. We had a medicore dinner, but we got prime seating in an outdoor cafe and "Joey" the matridee was a hoot to watch strong arming the tourist into choosing his restaurant over the numberous others that lined the street. I had heard Kelly Ripa talking on her show about an wonderful gelato shop in Little Italy and so after dinner we set off on a misson to find it. We never did find the elusive "La Cremeria", but we found one eqaully as refresshing on a sticky New York City summer night.

They had wanted to do so much more. But we got home around midnight and they had a 7 a.m. flight. I think they did a fraction of what was on their list, but Clinton was already planning their second annual trip to NYC for next summer. I'm sure he will need to consult the Yankees schedule before booking his flight, but I'm sure they will be back sooner than later.

Oh, so what was the secret to them being the best tourist? They came to see New York. They were outfitted with subway maps, they had researched what they wanted to see, they were able to let go of things that were too expensive or lines were too long (Statue of Liberty/Ellis Island), they were flexible, and they were game for new adventures (the Highline). And they walked, slowly, but they walked.

9 house guest in 900 square feet

Hunter came to stay with us the first of June and left this past weekend. The last ten days he was here he had his three best friends from Denver come out to visit. Logan, Wesley and Chris are like family, so I didn't hestitate when Hunter told us about their plans to visit. The four boys (including Hunter) have piggybacked on our hotel rooms in Durango for years when we visited Jordan in college so I have certainly been in tight quarters with them.

The wrench in the works was when Hunter asked if the Colorado Parkour team could stay three nights at our house which just happened to coinicide with the days that his best friends were already booked as our guests. Let me add that the two groups of boys are all friends in Colorado, so it's not that strange of an idea that they would all "crash" together. If any of my readers are familiar with the show "Ninja Warriors" you have probably seen a number of the Colorado Parkour team on the television show. I still think of Hunter and his friends as "boys", but in fact the youngest was 19 and the oldest was 25, so in fact my house was full of men. They are men who jump on rooftops (roof gaps) and scale brick walls by their finger tips. The testosterone level was palpable in the apartment during their visit. The lucky part was that Jordan moved to Austin the day after the boys arrived and Jeff was in Detroit on business for the week, leaving Hunter, Cameron and I to host. So there were eleven of us in the apartment. Eleven people in 900 square feet. I am actually the control freak in our family, so giving up control of the apartment was hard for me. But to agree to them staying, I had no choice but to let them come in and spread their stuff out. I gave them my bedroom as the dumping ground for their bags allowing the livingroom/kitchen to stay pretty tidy except for the computers and phone chargers that were stretched across the room. I slept with Cam in her room, so she and I did have our little sanctuary. When I agreed to the Parkour team staying at our apartment, Hunter said that they would only be sleeping at the apartment and would be spending the rest of their time out seeing the city and getting footage for the team video they were working on on their cross country tour. It made perfect sense and who would ever imagine that 20 something year old young men would opt to stay in my tiny apartment staring at computer screens instead of exploring New York City just beyond the stoop of my building. I heard one of the young men say "It was really nice of our host in Boston to want to show us the ciy, but they really didn't understand that we need to conserve our energy and all that walking really took it out of me". I wanted to ask what he was conserving his energy for, but I refrained. But that was the foreshadowing for them not leaving he apartment for four days. That is not to say that they never left, but they did spend a hell of a lot more time inside than I had expected. At one point I was at work, the boys were out filming, and Cam was home alone. She cleaned the house, went shopping, made Toll House chocolate chip cookies, and made dinner for me. But by the time I got home the clean house was over taken by large bodies, the cookies were gobbled up, and my dinner was tucked away in the frig to keep it away from hungry onlookers. But I appreciated Cameron's hard work even though it was hard to see it underneath all of our guests sprawled across the living room. And they showered all the time. I felt like a hotel maid taking large piles of white towels and washing them daily only to find them back in a wet pile the next day waiting for housekeeping to replenish them. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. And a day or so after they left Cameron said that she acutally missed the enegy of having so many boys in the apartment. I didnt' miss the laundry or the stepping over backpacks and sleeping bags, but it was rather fun having Ninja Warriors visiting for a few days.

Swimming in Central Park

After work today the girls and I went to Lasker Swimming Pool. It is a free pool in Central Park, but you must bring a lock for a locker. It was probably 95 degrees today so the pool was extremely refreshing albeit crowded. There were probably about 300 hundred people at the pool and we were three of maybe ten white people there. It is near 110th Street which is, technically, Harlem so it was not unexpected but rather interesting non the less. The pool is a large round pool about four and a half feet deep through out. At one point we were walking across the pool and a Polish man said not to us, but audibly about us, "Ah, we need more beautiful woman here." I wanted to laugh, he looked like a character out of the old cartoon "Hey, Arnold". The collection of lifeguards was very interesting. There was one anorexic girl who was wearing long pants, a long sleeved shirt and a scarf around her neck - we didn't think that she would have enough strength to save us. Another lifeguard we called Fabio - no further description needed. Then there was a Michael Jackson circa 2000 look alike. And finally, one cute life guard seemed fine and fit until he proceeded to put his hand down his pants for several minutes. We couldn't look away because we were transfixed by the fact that he was so interested in himeslf and so uninterested in watching the pool.

In the middle of the pool was a large group of teenaged boys and girls. As we floated and walked through the water we never felt threatened by them in any way. They were dunking each other and flirting. No big deal, but I guess dunking is not allowed. There was a lot of whistling from the lifegards telling them not to dunk each other, but no adult or authority figure ever got into the water and talked to the large group directly. After we had been there for about an hour and a half we could see a police car had pulled up near the gate and the lifeguards were now telling everyone to get out of the pool an hour before the swimming session was supposed to end at 6:00 pm. The teenagers splashed their hands in the water in unison causing quite a splash, but then they proceeded to get out in an orderly manner. What I thought, to myself, was how strange the whole scene was to me and yet how normal it seemed to the other swimmers. I have never been in a public setting where the police came in and basically said, "Ok, the fun is over. Break it up and head home." There were a few grumbles from the crowd about how a few were ruining the fun for the masses, but as a whole, everyone followed the rules without question. I wondered if it was an urban thing where people just know that the masses must follow the rule for the greater good or if it was a race thing where an oppressed group has learned to go with the flow or suffer the consequences. The girls and I plan to return again tomorrow afternoon to beat the heat and work on our tans. People watching and urban dynamics don't get any better than the Lasker Swimming Pool in the heart of Central Park.

Boundires and Adult Children

This is not so much about living in New York, but more about young adult children living with you. Of course this is compounded by the New York City sized apartment and the cost of living in the city. Last year after Jordan got back from her summer in Tokyo completing her BA at Temple University Tokyo, she moved in with us to decide what her next move would be in her foray into adulthood. Ten months and one unpaid internship at an animation studio later she has decided that she is heading to Austin, TX to get a job at Blizzard Studios (parent company of World of Warcraft for those in the know). First of all, Jordan is probably the least offensive house guest that you could ever have. And second of all I think having her here has made Cameron's to New York much easier. But... she has been sleeping on the fold-out couch for ten months. She is tired of pulling it out and folding it up each morning and I am tired of my livingroom being a bedroom. She has split her clothes between a small wicker dresser in Cameron's room and a rolling rack in my bedroom (I think the shoes are strewn between the two spaces). Jordan moved to Durango her freshman year and lived on her own for four years, so I know moving back home as been a struggle for her as well. She has a job at a boutique in Soho. One night she had to stay late to take inventory. It is a tiny boutique so we expected her home around 10:30 p.m. By midnight we were worried and she was not answering her cell phone. If she tells us that she is going out after work with friends we do not wait up because we have a general idea where she is heading in case she doesn't return home by midmorning. But in this case we thought we would hear from her to let us know she was on the subway headed home. We called the store at 12:30 a.m. and her manager said that they had just finished inventory and Jordan had left 10 mintues earlier. When Jordan got home we told her that her manager had told us she had finished around midnight. Jordan was livid (hmmm...I'm not sure Jordan and livid can be used in the same sentence but I am taking poetic license). But it's a perfect example of a parent not being able to go to sleep not knowing where there child is and how an adult child who is at work does not even consider the need to call their parents to tell them that their work is running late. Hunter on the other hand is more in the gray zone. He spent a year between working in Zion National Park and working his way through Europe. Ane he has been living on his own this past year in Denver going to college. Becasue of his indpendence I was surprised when he landed back in our apartment this June ready to lay on the couch for a lazy summer. I don't think he reads my blog or he would have realized that not working is not an option when I am working two jobs. At our urging he did quickly land a job at Argo Tea as a barista, although he grouses about tomorrow's shift endlessly the evening before. I'm not sure how he thought taking a good chunk of the summer off and having spending money in New York City would reconcile itself but some heated arguements transpired before he starting applying for work. From my own experience working at "un-named retailer", having a job in the city allows for a unique vantage point seeing New Yorkers as coworkers and customers, always making for an entertaining story at the end of the day. He will go back to Denver with a much richer view of the city as a participant in the flow of the commerce and much richer in his bank account that would have surely been quickly depleted if he had not joined in the work-a-day world. Cameron, at fourteen, still has a free pass, although if anyone reading this is looking for a babysitter she is available! And at what point do you stop paying for your young adult's entertainment and eating out? We don't eat out every day, but in NYC it is much more common to eat out than probably anywhere else in the country, so should I foot the bill for their slice of pizza or take-out Chinese? When we go the beach should I pay for their $35 train ticket and lunch on the boardwalk? When everyone is headed out to work should I offer my metro card at $2.25 per ride? and when we are making a late night run to Insomniac Cookies do I offer my debit card to cover cookies for all? Although we live in a vacation destination we are not on vacation. And no one that I know has a vacation budget 365 days of the year. At what point do you tell your adult children that just because they are living at home they are no longer a dependant child? In three a week when Jordan moves to Austin and Hunter is back to his life in Denver, all of this will be a moot point, but until then the bank account is still hemorraging.

Graduation and New Beginings

Between work and life I have not been able to write since the move to our new digs on 108ths and Manhattan Avenue.  We moved in and the contractors were still in the apartment putting in final touchs on the cabinetry and plumbing.  In the last three weeks we have had to constantly be on the landlord to complete some basic functions, including installing smoke alarms, fixing a leaking pipe, and getting broken outlets repaired.  One by one they are falling into place.  Our former property management team was far superiosr to our current one, but the light and space are amazing so I really can't complain.  Our duplex apartment is on the first floor and basement level of our building on the corner, so the light is flooding in on two sides which is wonderful after a dark year with no direct light from our former apartment.

Our neighborhood is a mix of Hispanic, black and white.  We all disagree with the balance of ethnicity, so I'd guess that it's a pretty even mix.  In our old neighborhood people beat the heat by sitting on their stoops, but in our new neighborhood the stoops is just part of it.  Primarily Hispanic families bring out the lawn chairs and make it a party on the sidewalk and open car doors to flood the street with Latino music.

Back to the present...

On Wednesday Cam graduated from 8th grade at the Computer School. Hunter told her that as a recent high school graduate he observed that her graduation and prom were on the same par as some of the best high school celebrations he has scene.  Because the kids all go on to different high schools the middle school graduation is really designed to celebrate the time they had together and to wish them well on their journey forward. I can not say enough about the quality of education and the dedication of the teaching/administration at her middle school. It was the exact opposite of what I had thought an inner city NYC school would be like.  The school was bright and well maintained with the most up to date computer equipment and the teaching staff was young and full of new ideas, eager to teach the diverse group of kids.




For the prom Cameron and her friends met at one of the girl's apartments to get ready.  Rachel's mother, Barbara, invited parents over to take pictures of the girls before they headed out.  Of course, I was as interested in seeing their three bedroom apartment on 157th and Riverside Drive as much as I was in seeing the girls.  Ten months ago Cameron started the Computer School knowing no one and here she was with a group of six wonderful girls in a lovely home heading out to celebrate an amazing year.  When we moved here my biggest fear was that Cam's school would not be up to par with Colorado schools and she would not make any close friends.  The graduation and prom confirmed how unwarranted my fears had been.


After we took the subway with the kids down to their venue the parents headed over to Jessie's parents house, where K and Charlene were waiting with a gorgeous spread of food and wine for the parents as we waited for their return.  Charlene and K live in an amazing townhouse.  Considering the average size of a New York City apartment their townhouse is huge and a wonderful place to entertain.  As diverse as the girls are so go their partents.  Of course our common ground was to discuss the girls.:  how frustrated we are when they don't call after riding the train to a friend's house, how expensive it is to keep up with open campus lunches in Manhattan, and who was going where for summer vacation (no child stays in the city over the whole summer - hummm? a... what? I guess I need to make some plans for Cam, quick).

Work at "un-named retailer" is bad.  Exhausting. Management by intimidation.  Anyone who knows me will understand that I do not respond to that and I will not follow in those footsteps.  Of course juggling HRPlus and the retail management job is impossible and new structuring at HRPlus is making things change immediately.  Stay tuned.  For better or worse is yet to be determined.

Moving day?

I think I started my first post with a quote from Dickens "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."  Today was just such a day.  After almost exactly one year in NYC we are still trying to find our sea legs.  I haven't made an entry in months. I have literally been too busy with two jobs to be creative or retrospective.  But today was such an insane day that I felt compelled to pour myself a rum and coke and get put the events into my much neglected blog.

I will start with the fun:

Jeff rented a car and drove over to New Jersey to pick up his drums that he has had stored at a friends house for almost a year.  Our wonderful friends at church have allowed him to store them at the at the church so that he can have them at hand. So the girls and I enjoyed the luxury of having Jeff drop us off (no walking) at the 72nd Street Marina for lunch.  We got an awesome table on the edge of the cafe, perfect for people watching on the Hudson River promenade.  We basked in the sun and enjoyed our burgers and Snapples while dissecting the people that strolled, biked, or jogged by.  Just before we left Jordan said that she thought the woman sitting at the table next to me was from a news program on television.  I glanced at the petite blond woman and gasped, "That is Kristen Chenoweth":  The girls and I are huge "Wicked" and "Glee" fans so we are really big fans of hers.  I had to fight Cameron for the camera but I won!  Just as she was getting up to leave with her male companion I asked her, "Excuse me, would you mind taking our photo?"  We had a brief conversation where she revealed her tale-tale voice and she snapped our photo!  I think she must have initially thought that we recognized her and wanted our pictures taken with her, but we never let on!


Next we headed up the promenade and came across free kayaking on the Hudson River!  FREE!  Sweet!  We waited for about 20 minutes in a lively line of locals waiting to find some relief from the afternoon heat.  What fun!  It was the honor system to come back in 20 minutes, although I must admit that we might have pushed the time by a few minutes.




When Jeff got back from New Jersey we rode  around in the rental car listening to favorite CD's and enjoying the air conditioning.  I do miss having a car, but that is not to say that I'd want a car in the city.

We ended the day at Chirpin Chicken sitting outside and enjoying our neighborhood.

Ok, now the flip side:

We signed our lease for our new apartment on May 1st.  We asked our rental broker (brother of the property owner) when we would have access to the apartment.  He said, "May-be as early as the 15th but may-be not until the end of the month."  On the 20th was contacted him and asked if we could move in on the 29, so that we could have some wiggle room between the two apartments.  He responded via text "k".  We booked the movers and put down our deposit.  On Friday Jeff asked the status of the apartment and if there was anyone we needed to speak to to get more move-in information.  Chuck responded "am I not answering your questions sufficiently?"  
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Jeff called Chuck this morning to see what we needed to do to get a key for our move tomorrow.  Out of nowhere he said, "You actually need to speak to Jason, the property manager, to get your move-in specifics".  JASON?  WHO?  Last week we asked if there was anyone else that we needed to speak to about our move and he made it sound like we were being paranoid for questioning his authority.

So we call Jason to tell him we have movers set for tomorrow.  He informs us that we cannot move in until May 31st because he had made the mistake of letting tenants move their stuff in early and it hampers his renovations.  Oh, my god!   What?  Do you know how hard it is to get a mover on the 31st or the 1st of any month?  We are stunned.  Speechless.  We would never have booked movers if Chuck had not texted back "k".  So we cancel the movers and lose our deposit. They don't have another opening until June 5th, so we are back to Yelp for a referral.

So now we are desperate for movers, if we can't move out we have to tell our current landlord who may already have our current unit rented with tenants slated for the 1st or 2nd.  I don't need to go on.  You get the domino effect. 

So....  details of aftermath to follow.

First Easter in New York

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about the Easter holiday. Honestly, I really enjoy it as a Hallmark holiday; dying and hunting eggs, baskets full of chocolates and jelly beans, and a feast with all the trimmings.  The kids are now 22, 20, and 14, so I thought this year with all the changes in our lives I would be able to eliminate the baskets.  Yesterday Cameron said, "Mom, I sure hope that the Easter Bunny brings me another lamb in my basket this year."  The Easter Bunny has given Cam a lamb for the last five or six years.  Somehow, I had not realized that it had become "a thing".  So not only had I not bought the baskets and all the trimmings I had certainly not sought out a stuffed lamb.

So Saturday on my 30 minute break from "un-named retailer" I was dashing from Duane Reade to CVS Pharmacy looking for Easter basket stuffings.  OK, so I'm really late in doing this but I found a noticeable absence of baskets and Easter grass.  My dismay and confusion were supported  by another shopper who said he had been looking all afternoon for Easter  grass, but had come up empty handed. He was from Ohio and we wondered if Easter grass was not a thing here or we were simply too late.  I guess we won't find out until next year when we shop earlier. Now to find Cam's annual sheep stuffed animal.  Being that I only had 30 minutes to complete this feat you will understand that I was glad to find a sheep at all.  It cost 99 cents and I don't think the designer and/or manufacturer has ever seen a sheep.  The ears were too low and it had no tail, yet it somehow resembled a sheep more than a bunny, so I purchased it.  Luckily, the chocolate bunnies (hollow type) were still in stock and I was able to grab several bags of candy wrapped in pastel foil. 

Jeff picked up the egg dying kit, but there were no PAAS to be found so he bought a lesser brand.  The dyes were un-even in color, the paint stained our hands, and there were no egg wraps.  But we did have a clear crayon to write on our eggs and the stickers were fun so we proceeded in good spirits.  I fell asleep long before Jeff and the kids, but Jeff being an awesome Dad hid the eggs in our tiny apartment and filled serving plates with candy and novelty toys as only a seasoned Easter Bunny would know how.


An hour and half before church Jeff and the girls were out the door.  Jeff had early practice for choir and the girls were doing one last flag drill practice for the ceremony. The service was inspired and joyful.  There was a puppet show that was Sesame Street quality for the children's sermon, choral singing with the city's best chiming in, and fellowship to rival any Bible belt potluck. 

On our way to lunch we walked through Riverside Park and smelled the roses.  After spending the last 18 springs in the mountains I have to say that I love experiencing real spring time in April.

After church we ended up at an Italian restaurant for lunch.  My kitchen is just too small to make a feast.  It just does not invite cooking. To make this point, understand that the oven is too small to accommodate a full sized cookie sheet,  In NYC ordering fully catered meals from grocery stores and restaurants is the norm. Even Hoda Kope (Kathy Lee and Hoda, NBC) talked at Thanksgiving about ordering her complete meal from Whole Foods.

Jordan had to go to work down in Soho at Sabon, so Jeff, Cameron, and I headed to Central Park.  The park was crowded with locals, tourist, and holiday merry makers.  We saw several ladies that must have been a part of the Easter Parade on 5th Avenue with fashionably large hats full of flowers or feathers, accompanied by lovely spring coats and impressingly high heels.  No, I did not take any photos.

Every day is still a struggle in month 10 of our adventure here in New York City.   Today I am celebrating having the day off with my family, having a home to hide eggs in, and belonging to a church community to celebrate this holy season with.  

Of course tomorrow is another day. I never claimed to be a Pollyanna.  I'm just trying to be thankful when thanks are due.

"Bugsy Malone"

Busy weekend, but a lot of fun!

On Thursday night Cam's middle school play, " Bugsy Malone" opened.  I had requested to work days at "un-named retailer" so that I could volunteer for the evening play.  This is the type of thing that I love.  It's a lot more fun to volunteer and be a part of activities than just to buy a ticket and be a bystander.  So, I volunteered to work the bake sale and ended up the popcorn machine expert (think Sky Mall popcorn machine).  And it gave me an opportunity to meet other parents, which is something I desperately want to do. 

Ok, now I can share some crazy parent stories. 


On Friday night when I got there the After School Program Coordinator told me that my partner for the bake sale had called in sick with a fever of 102 F so I would have to work the booth myself until the student volunteers arrived. Ten minutes later a woman was at the bake sale table setting out cookies and cutting bunt cake into slices.  She said she had not been feeling well earlier, but wanted to stop by to at least get things organized.  WHAT?  She called saying she was too sick to work, but somehow she mustered enough energy to come to the show and put her germy hands on all of the cookies and slice cake with her bare hands.  That was so wrong.

Another parent is a pastry chef and baked several types of cookies.  Yes, they were delicious, but she made special signs to go next to her cookies ($1.50 each) whereas all the other home baked and store bought items were $1.00 each.  Hey, these are middle school kids,  they don't have discriminating pallets.  The $1.00 cookies flew off the table and I was left to reduce the cost of the gourmet cookies after the show trying to get rid of them.


And then there are the helpers who are in denial of the "clean-up".  They show up on time and work the bake sale and/or ticket booth, but then after the show they are in a rush to go, leaving what could have been a 10 minute clean-up with a full crew to a 30 minute clean-up for the few hearty souls that stayed behind to finish the job.

No parents volunteered to sponsor the after party, so two days before the show the director sent out a plea for the parents to pull a party together using the school's ballet studio as the party place.  So we scrambled to get the party pulled together with one parent donating balloons, the pastry chef volunteering a sheet cake, a variety of parents donating everything from Christmas lights (for mood) to chips and dip, and the usual crew volunteering time and clean-up. It was actually a lot of fun.  Being that it was an after party for a school musical you can imagine the party: dancing, musical chairs, and recapping songs from the show.  I think the kids all had fun and I got a lot out of it as well.

And of course after three days hanging out with other parents I got the scoop on who is still married, who is divorced and why, what kids and/or parents had meltdown when the high school admissions list were posted, and what families to steer clear of.  New York is a huge city broken down into small towns. 

Bit by bit, life in New York City is beginning to feel normal. .

Scooter Mystery

I wrote a blog in December talking about a puffy elf sticker that was put on the cover of our Buddy Scooter. Just as mysteriously as it was put there it was removed in January.  Those little puffy stickers have real sticking power, so it had to have been removed, it did not fall off.

Jeff and I have designated days that we are responsible for moving the scooter to the opposite side of the street for street cleaning days.  Several times over the last, may-be, six weeks we have asked each other whether or not the other person moved the bike on their non-designated days.  Both of us said that we had not done the good deed and we assumed Jordan was the good deed doer.  After asking her, we found out that she has not been moving the bike either.

The only problem with this "good deed" is the person moving the bike does not remove the lock, which is a long coiled chain that wraps around the tire, so once they push it to the other side of the street the chain is all curled up in the front tire, which takes quite a bit of time to untangle.  Surely, they can feel the drag on the bike when they roll it and realize that the chain is wrapping around the tire. 

Over the winter the bike cover has become rather tattered and torn.  Two days ago when we went to move the bike to the alternate side of the street we found the cover had been patched up. It's not perfect, but someone took some time and effort to sew it up.

So?  Hmmm....  What?

In New York you do not touch people and you do not touch their stuff.  So who is this mystery person putting puffy elf stickers on our cover, removing the holiday decal as the seasons change, moving our bike at the risk of busting the tire by wrapping the chain around it, and patching up the tattered cover?  Have you ever heard of anything so bizarre?

A Typical Sunday (more or less)

I wish I could say that I've been so busy having fun that I forgot to blog.  If only...  I've been busy working.  But I have been informed from those closest to me that I need to write about fun stuff, which is why we moved here in the first place.  Hmm.. Ok.  Day to day I have fun.  In the middle of that day I feel overwhelmed by the long hours of work ahead of me, but then Cameron or Jordan come in and tell a funny story about their day at school, or work or I stand in the middle of Broadway waiting for the walk sign to change and I breathe in the the city that I love. So today I decided to write about a typical Sunday, which is ever changing because sometimes I work and other Sundays I don't.  I did not work today. Well, actually I had a sales meeting from 9 a.m. until 11:30 a.m. but I just looked at that as a few hours working that would cover the cost of brunch after church. 

So at 9:00 a.m. I'm at "unnamed retailer" meeting learning sales techniques.  I'm not sure that I can be trained to do anything besides soft selling.  If I walked into a store and two people greeted me and a third asked my name within 10 seconds of entering a store I would do an about face and head for the door.  So I took one of the New Jersey bagels that the manager brought  and tried to absorbed her expertise.

 Next stop, church. My favorite part of church is the Joys and Concerns. The congregation is so diverse that by listening to the joys and concerns of the congregation I am able to be thankful for all my blessings and to feel like I have a pulse on my community.  The Joys and Concerns are diverse: prays for a member's grand baby who is having open heart surgery, a gay couple asking for prayers for a friend who has been abandoned by a partner who without the institute of marriage to protect him is now destitute when he is betrayed in his relationship, a member of Occupy Wall Street asking for prayers for those activist who were recently imprisoned  after their arrest in Zuccotti Park, a member of the congregation asking for prayers for her call back for America's Got Talent, just to name a few from the past few weeks.Of all of the good things that the city has offered us, this church has given us by far more than we ever would have imagined.

After church Jeff and I headed to PetSmart for cat food and cat liter.  The store is on 92nd Street and Broadway.  Do you know how heavy cat liter is when you carry if for almost a mile? (Jeff carried it, but I felt his pain. LOL!) We stopped at Cafe 83 for brunch.  It's real neighborhood diner with no frills, but lots of characters. We waited for five minutes to squeeze into a booth with our PetSmart purchase and then ordered our brunch.  I had a french toast and scrambled eggs with coffee and Jeff had a bacon and cheese omelet with coffee.  An old Jewish couple sat next to us reading the Sunday Times in silence, two very old men sat behind us dressed in their mismatched (think stripes and plaids) Sunday best talking over bottomless cups of coffee, and a trendy young couple sat opposite fashionably dressed for summer although the clouds were rolling in reminding us that it is still March.

Cam and several of her friends organized a surprise birthday party for her friend Jessie. I need to acknowledge that AJ was the master mind behind the project and developed an elaborate "Hunger Games" themed party to be played in Riverside Park. I was busy having brunch while the games were going on, but I headed over to Jessie's apartment to participate in the cake cutting and socializing with the other parents. I was highly impressed with how well the whole thing had been executed. The game was a complete success (it was basically an elaborate game of tag using Hunger Game strategies over a 10 block area), the kids all had matching t-shirts, and the food was prepared using the Hunger Games Cookbook. I added a few photos so you can get a glimpse of the fun and the hard work that was put into it!

Jordan and I later headed down to Trader Joe's to do some shopping, filling our granny cart with the groceries for the week, and wine and spaghetti fixin's for the evening's dinner.

We all should have gone to bed early, but after a busy weekend it was so wonderful just vegging out on the couch watching the new season of "Long Island Median" so I don't think I got to bed until after midnight.

Anyway, just a day in the life.

Hot Chocolate and Steak Fries

Last night Cameron's middle school had their annual fund raising auction. A friend of mine, Charlene, asked if I wanted to be her date for the event.  Her husband had opted to stay home and Jeff was already volunteering as a bartender at the event. 

I bought a dress in Denver that I have been saving to wear to the theater. Since the theater is on hold until finances smooth out I pulled it out of the closet to wear to the auction.  I'd asked my friend what people would be wearing and she said it would run the gambit.  Sure enough there were people in jeans and others dressed for the Academy Awards.

It was the usual school auction fare with  bidding on spa packages, vacation condos, and housekeeping services. One thing that they did that I liked was that the teachers had a raffle where students could win an afternoon activity with them.   I gave Cam $10 and I think she bought ten raffle tickets to go on a cupcake tour with her English teacher, but she unfortunately did not win. But it's a great way to involve the kids in the event. The teachers at Cam's school are an amazing group of young adults full of creative ideas and dedicated to making school a positive experience for the diverse student body, including volunteering their personal time to fund raise by involving the students.

I'm really tired of getting a glass of wine at a restaurant and getting a Utah portion.  The auction was no different.  But somewhere in the mix of the evening the meager portions began to add up.  One of the student's fathers is an owner at Heartland Brewery and they donated all of the food and wine (I should have had more ribs, but they aren't exactly a social food), so I did eat, but I think the ratio of food to drink was a little out of balance. 

Jeff is on call at Accenture this month so he ended up heading home early to fix an obscure "batch" problem. Charlene and I were foot loose and fancy free after the auction ended, so we did the only sane thing and headed to a diner. What is so fastinating about going to a diner late night (after midnight) is how busy these places are.  At one point there was not an empty seat in the house.  Of course, people looking for a place to sit and chat don't exactly keep tables turning over.

We went to Cafe 83.  Last time we were there we stayed for two hours chatting over a cup of morning coffee until they not to subtly asked us to leave by taking away all cups, silverware, and water glasses from the table. This time I ordered hot chocolate and Charlene took the lead as the adult and ordered a cup of tea.  After about an hour in I added french fries to the order.  Is there anything more delicious after a night drinking and socializing than hot chocolate and steak fries in a neighborhood diner?  I think not.

I think I strolled in the door around 1:30 am. which reflected on electronic equipment as 2:30 a.m due to daylight savings time starting that night.. Super fun time on my first girls night out since coming to the city.  Long over due, but well worth the wait.

Escape Clauses

Cameron has an escape clause in our adventure in New York City.  We told her when we left Evergreen that we would move to New York City for two years.  If after two years she wants to go back to Colorado to complete high school we would go, but if we love the city we will stay so that she can complete her high school at the much sought after school she has been accepted to.

This may sound like a "whine fest", so if you're not up for it I'll understand you x-ing out now.

Our staying in New York has hinged on two things: one - me getting a job so that we could afford to stay, and two - Cam getting into a high school that would give her a an equal or greater education than her opportunity in Evergreen. I got a job in January after six months of job hunting and Cameron got her acceptance into one of the best high schools in Manhattan. So, now it's February and we are committed to staying until at least June 2013. 

Now the whining begins. 

Living in New York is hard. And it's hard to explain why.  It could be the masses, the cost, and/or the walking.  It's a very physical life with a hell of a lot of personal interaction.  Be direct, but do not touch.

Yesterday, at (employer unnamed), I approached a woman who had the company catalogue in hand. She was a small, older woman with a walker and assisted by a home health aide.  She said she had marked the pages of the items she was interested in and needed help finding them in the store.   I was very busy.  I explained that I would help her as soon as I finished helping another customer.  She shouted that she wanted attention immediately and that I needed to stop being "so cheerful."  Do you know how exhausting it is to live among people who consider "being too cheerful" to be annoying?

We moved here in June.  Cameron has been to Missouri to visit family and she has been to Colorado for winter break.  Jordan has been back to Colorado twice.  Hunter has visited NYC three times and resides in beautiful, Denver, CO.  Jeff has been to Detroit for business purposes three times (OK, it's Detroit, but he's staying in spacious hotel rooms and driving a car). I have been out of the city one weekend up to Woodstock in October with Cam and Jeff.  I'm exhausted.  I would love to see the sky and to sleep in a bed that is not on stilts.

I have been working seven days a week since late January.  I cannot afford to quit my telecommuting job at HRPlus until I know that my job at (un-named employer) is secured. Not to mention the months of unpaid bills that have piled up and need to be paid.  The other night I came home from work and began my telecommuting job.  I was working towards a 13 hour day.  Dinner had not been bought or decided upon. Jeff wanted to go out for dinner.  I said I had too much work ahead of me to take time out for a dinner at a restaurant.  He was frustrated and proclaimed that I was not much of a "mother or wife" working two jobs.

Silence.

Jordan told me that she told him, "Uh mm... Dad, I'm not sure that was the best thing to say to Mom at this point."

I guess I kept at the back of my mind that if Cam did not get into a choice high school we would move back to Evergreen.  With the odds against us and Cam's overall awesomeness in her favor the chances of getting into one of New York's City's prestigious high schools was a toss up.  Cameron's awesomeness prevailed.

After just seven months I'm tired.  My brother is getting married in May in St. Louis and it will be a perfect opportunity to get away. I'm doing everything I can to reach that long weekend get away.

I'm not sure what escape clause I would have written in for myself, but I certainly think I over looked the option when we moved here.

So....