Good morning from Brooklyn, where we are currently getting so much rain that there are flood warnings. It’s a real deluge out there and that means I will not be venturing out today. Luckily, I don’t have to. I have a zoom seminar this morning, but I can do that right from the sofa.
Heavens, yesterday was a long, pain-in-the-tush day. In fact, Sunday was as well. I spent two days organizing everything for the trip into the city – washing, packing, cleaning the kitchen, crossing things off my list.
We got out the door around 11 am and then the ‘fun’ began. We’ve driven into Manhattan many times in our 20 years here. It’s crazy, but we’re used to it. But, to get to Brooklyn, specifically the area where I am – Park Slope, is a whole other story. You have to come via the Bronx and several freeways, then down FDR Drive to the Battery Tunnel, which leads to Brooklyn. Since we weren’t used to any of that part of the journey and since we’re dealing with NYC, which is always insane, we missed some turns along the way, but the GPS always corrected and we found a way to get there. By the time we reached Park Slope, we were starving, so we stopped at the Whole Foods that is in this neighborhood, grabbed some food to eat for lunch and also did a bit of shopping. By that time, I was ready to pass out. We ate in the car, and then drove to the apartment, which is on a street where it is virtually impossible to find a parking space. There’s also a school nearby and kids were being picked up by parents and the park across the street was full of kids shooting baskets and skateboarding.
I was immediately worried that my apartment would be full of the sounds of skateboards and balls being dribbled – all day, every day. Annie was busy teaching in Manhattan, so she left the keys in an accessible place and Don double parked. But it’s very narrow on the street, so someone had to stay with the car. I unlocked the front door and managed to drag every suitcase and bag into the foyer. Then Don tried to find a parking space. Please note that I had spent the morning at our house going up and down stairs at least 20 times. Now, I was faced with going up and down two long flights of narrow steps to the apartment, each time lugging something or other.
I have to say by this time, I was frigging exhausted. Don also got winded. We’re just not used to it. The stairs themselves aren’t bad but when you’re carrying lots of stuff after doing the same thing at your house earlier in the morning, well….my body was screaming. In the meantime, Annie got home, so we got to say hello and she got to meet Don. Annie has always been a lovely human being and I knew she and Don would like each other. Don, having not found a parking space, was now parked in an illegal zone, so we decided he should get back on the road and we said a quick goodbye. Fortunately, no ticket. But his journey out of Manhattan was bumper-to-bumper and it took him forever to get home.
I could barely function for a while, but I finally unpacked everything and collapsed on the sofa.
Meanwhile, a bag that held three pairs of shoes wasn’t in the apartment. I only have the pair of sneakers I had on yesterday. Don eventually found it in the trunk of the car, so he’ll bring it when he comes here for the weekend.
It’s a nice apartment – on the top floor of their house. There’s nice sized living room, kitchen and bedroom. It reminds us of the apartment Don stayed in during Margaritaville’s run, except the bedroom and kitchen are bigger. And, the best thing is that the apartment faces the back garden, so no noise from the playground!! You can’t hear it at all. Whew!
I’ll try to take photos some day this week, but today is just too dark.
The girls checking out our temporary digs.
They’re not quite sure what to make of all of this.
More tomorrow, when I have to go get a Covid test, the first of many while I’m here.
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.
