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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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12:08 a.m. - 2008-01-14
Wow, what a weekend. Wolf went upstate with his father to see Alex. This is always difficult for me. Letting Wolf spend that much time with his father is a wrench. On the other hand, that my sons have a pretty good relationship despite the huge age difference is wonderful and I never want to ding that by nixing a visit just because I'm not crazy about how Wolf gets up there to hang with his bro. And of course there's the worry about Mike's less than stellar driving, whether Wolf's meds and basic grooming will be taken care of, what kind of crap food he'll be eating, and how much trash talk about me and Mick Wolf will be overhearing. Knowing all of that makes me feel cruddy for wanting to make the most of my time off. At least I have sense enough to realize my sitting here fretting won't make a lick of difference in how it goes with Wolf so I might as well get some fun in. Ah, guilt thy name is Motherhood. Friday night Mick and I partied down by snuggling on the couch in our jammies to watch hours of geeky goodness on the Science and History channels. We also watched Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? and Mick freaked out when I got one of the answers wrong. Stunned, he was. So I didn't know a ziggurat was a pyramid, sue me. Saturday we traipsed across the river to Hyde Park to visit the Roosevelt Estate. Mick had never been and was surprised by how small the mansion was and by how austere most of the rooms were. He kept muttering, "With all that money you'd think…" I'd point out the Roosevelts were a)Dutch- a people not known for their flash, and b) Franklin and Eleanor both believed that coming from privilege obliged them to work for the betterment of all. The idea of swanning around like a couple of latter-day Paris Hiltons was repulsive. Especially to Eleanor, someone Mick knew next to nothing about. I'm afraid I almost talked Mick's ear off going on and on about my 2nd favorite First Lady (Edith Galt Wilson is my #1) and I almost made us late for the tour of the mansion because I was going happily bonkers in the Eleanor section of the Presidential Library/Museum. I may look like your basic empty headed gone-to-seed fashion model, but I can get my history dork on with the best of them. While in Hyde Park we also hit the Eveready Diner and blew the entire AmEx gift card SIL had gifted us with at Christmas on a spectacular many coursed lunch. Already big fans of the Eveready, we were tickled to see it featured on Diners, Dives and Drive-ins on the Food Network a couple weeks ago and made it a priority to go back now that it was famous-er. Can't say if the place was any busier than usual, it's always packed. 4:00 in the morning and the joint is jumping. Which, if you've seen the rest of Hyde Park, is really weird. 'Sleepy' is about the kindest word you could put to this historic, pretty, but stultifying wide spot in the road. Before coming home we hit the Barnes and Noble. The temp had dropped sharply and I had my pashmina wrapped around my head hijab-style, something like THIS, and the stares I caught made me wonder how Muslim women stand it. Seriously hostile. It's not like pious head coverings are so rare around here either, along with the Muslims there's a much larger local population of Orthodox and Hassidic Jews and their women cover their heads too. Though neither the Jewish women nor the Muslims wear skin-tight jeans as I was wearing. At least not out in public. So, hello? Woman with cold ears, that's all. But honestly some of the looks I got were so foul it was like they just knew I had a suicide vest on under my sweater. So just to be a hump I left my head scarf where it was and stared back at the mean-eyed gawkers until they gave up and slunk off. Jerks. Saturday night was devoted to digesting and love making. Both of which were on the noisy side, if you catch my drift. The love making, of course, was communal, but the windier digestive process was as ever a solitary pursuit. That's right, Mick has never broken wind in my presence. Not that he's normally so reticent, according to him he's a regular 'Let her rip' kind of guy. But early on when we were first dating Mick decided to be mannerly. This became something of a goofy challenge and here we are almost 10 months later and I've yet to hear him fart. Nor he, I. But this is just a girl thing with me. I know, waaaaay too much information, sorry. Today we putzed around, did some chores and a couple loads of laundry before spiffing up and heading back across the river to see National Treasure. We do have theaters on our side of the Hudson, but the fabulous Miss Steph had given us a gift card to the Hoyt's theater. She'd also given us some Outback Bucks which we'd spent last week. This Christmas had been crazy good for the gift cards and we've made grateful use of them all. It's been so much fun going out for meals and movies! Treats we don't normally do on our own. Taking the kid to the show is about the only time we hit the flicks these days, so Miss Steph giving us dinner and movie was just awesome! Forgot to check the mail yesterday and Mick went out to the box tonight when we got back. Got a birthday card from Gram. Enclosed was a check. It was a Grandma amount (Gram is a bit challenged monetarily, still believes it's 1948 or so), but it was more than she gives to Mick for his birthday. I busted his chops and did a little dance taunting him with my new status as THE favorite grandchild while he mock pouted and groused about how unfair it all was. Wolf got back around 8:00 and we had a nice snuggy before bedtime. He had a good visit. Got to go to a hockey game and had plenty of Wii time. Truth be told Alex's Wii is really the big draw. Wolf likes his brother well enough, but since Alex got the Wii he's become nigh on irresistible. We're supposed to get a whopper of a snow storm tonight. Mick has been doing the Snow Day Happy Dance all weekend. I told him he was jinxing things. Never, ever be certain you'll score a snow day. Sure fire way to scare off the most determined storm and make sure your butt will be required to be on campus at the regular time for one really loooooong day instead of being comfily at home drinking cocoa and watching cartoons. Has he listened? Not a bit of it. Here it is almost midnight and not one flake have we seen. All because Mr Weather Channel couldn't keep his yap shut. I'm setting the alarm as usual and I'll be turning it up really LOUD. At 5:45am after scaring him spitless with the alarm clock o' doom I'll send him down here to check the snow closing page and when he sees he has to go to work I'll thumb my nose and say, "Nar nar nar, you jinxer!" That'll learn him.
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