I didn’t set foot on an airplane until I was sixteen years old. Sad but true. The little man, now five, has not yet flown. But his paternal grandmother is kicking around an idea…of having us tag along on one of her business trips next month. To NYC. So not only would it herald the little man’s first time flying, it would be my first time in NYC…in mommy-mode. I would be tempted to tether the lad to me, for safekeeping. But we could go visit a friend of mine who works at the American Museum of Natural History. And we’d be staying in midtown, where there are, thankfully, a number of playgrounds and vegan-friendly restaurants within easy travel range.
In other comings and goings…Little Dave left for London last night. Big Dave comes back from Seattle some time this week. And Miss Delia Jane is currently in town from Chicago.
/Begin whining/
Arrgghh, I woke up so sore this morning, with my entire body aching from the shovelling I had to do yesterday (it was the wet, heavy kind of snow). And we seem to have run out of ibuprofen and coffee. Not a great way to start the day, especially when the little man doesn’t have school (stupid dead presidents) and will be looking to me for entertainment.
/End Whining/
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