A Day in the CIty...
I have to admit there is one thing that really drives me crazy. Crazy. And I experienced it first hand yesterday when I drove into NYC.
I absolutely despise it when there is a "lane closed ahead" sign notifying all the drivers of which lane is going to be closed (in my case the left lane) and cars go zipping by and then nose their way in instead of merging politely (sorry, that word seems to have disappeared from every one's vocabulary...) into the remaining open lanes. I HATE this. But of course then not letting these (IMHO) idiot drivers in in front of you can cause the next accident that will hold up traffic even more. I straddled a couple of lanes for a little bit, but they STILL passed me, practically driving into the road divider...
The apartment is beginning to look decent...roomier after taking much of my mom's stuff out. But the progress is SLOW.
I returned home sad. I miss my dad, my mom is a mess and Matt loves to sleep way too much. My mom was offered a smaller apartment across the hall, but we kindly deferred, but I did ask for a new or at least old new stove. Good grief, the stove in the apartment has been there since 1962 and you could cause an inferno by having to light the oven. You practically have to stick your nose up in the pilot light from underneath to get it going...no thanks...
My friend came today to help me clean at my house here in PA. Well, actually, she did most of the work. I just kept saying "thank you."
My major accomplishment for the day was re-working my introduction to my recently submitted and deemed unacceptable manuscript...but I am being carried, and have identified the voice. So now I can write.
Peace for the journey. The Stromboli burned, so now we are trying dinner number two and American Idol comes on in fifteen minutes.
I absolutely despise it when there is a "lane closed ahead" sign notifying all the drivers of which lane is going to be closed (in my case the left lane) and cars go zipping by and then nose their way in instead of merging politely (sorry, that word seems to have disappeared from every one's vocabulary...) into the remaining open lanes. I HATE this. But of course then not letting these (IMHO) idiot drivers in in front of you can cause the next accident that will hold up traffic even more. I straddled a couple of lanes for a little bit, but they STILL passed me, practically driving into the road divider...
The apartment is beginning to look decent...roomier after taking much of my mom's stuff out. But the progress is SLOW.
I returned home sad. I miss my dad, my mom is a mess and Matt loves to sleep way too much. My mom was offered a smaller apartment across the hall, but we kindly deferred, but I did ask for a new or at least old new stove. Good grief, the stove in the apartment has been there since 1962 and you could cause an inferno by having to light the oven. You practically have to stick your nose up in the pilot light from underneath to get it going...no thanks...
My friend came today to help me clean at my house here in PA. Well, actually, she did most of the work. I just kept saying "thank you."
My major accomplishment for the day was re-working my introduction to my recently submitted and deemed unacceptable manuscript...but I am being carried, and have identified the voice. So now I can write.
Peace for the journey. The Stromboli burned, so now we are trying dinner number two and American Idol comes on in fifteen minutes.
Labels: cleaning out apartments, driving dillemas, passing in closed lanes
posted by www.kathypride.com at
7:36 PM
1 Comments:
I would have expected your mom to be moving in with you soon.
And slow progress is okay and normal. I think it took us MONTHS to go through Martha's stuff when she died and get her house ready to sell. I tell you, putting light paint over the dark paneling...in fact painting the whole house really made a HUGE difference...it was cathartic somehow. Sort of like...forgiving....
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