Day 2 in NYC brought beautiful weather – partly cloudy, low 70s. The six of us started out with a couple block walk for breakfast. Fabulous omelets, yummy potatoes, strong coffee. By the time we finished, we determined it was time to find the subway and head for Yankee Stadium to see the game*.
*We went to a Yankee game merely to see the stadium before they close it and open the nice looking one next door. None of us are Yankee fans. We now resume our regularly scheduled blog….
The first subway station (and our first experience with NYC subways) resulted in the purchasing of single-use metro cards and a long time staring at the map trying to figure out which line would get us to the bronx.
We had to walk to another station. And then up the stairs and down the stairs and around to the other side (or was it down the stairs and up the stairs?) Either way, we started to see a lot of the yankee stripes and figured we were going the right way.
The subways were pretty much what we expected, although I …
New York, Continued
tickety, tickety
Um, yeah, so I found this thing in Preston’s hair today. I was leading him in front of me, you know, like you do with kids, and felt something right at the base of his head in his hair. Figuring it was just my messy boy, I looked down and saw what I thought, at first, was a scab. As I was wondering how the heck he had a scab that big without me noticing the injury, the scab moved. Slightly frantic, I called over a greenhouse employee (we were getting out porch flowers) and asked if she had ever seen a tick before. Some consultation with an employee who was also a paramedic resulted in us jumping in the car and heading to urgent care. The fear of Lyme disease coursing through my veins, I broke only a few laws to get there quickly. For the record? Preston never bothered by the damn thing at all.
It took longer to do the paperwork at urgent care than it did for the doctor, his assistant and a nurse to circle around, check it out and then remove it. (Apparently, we were the excitement for the day – they don’t …
home again, home again
*View from the Top of the Rock*
Our weekend in New York (or The NYC as I like to call it) was really good! We did a fair amount of tourist things, had a lot of laughs, got lots of great pictures. It was really too short. We walked a bazillion blocks, rode the subways, hit a Yankee game, walked through Times Square, found the bull on (near) Wall St. and ate dinner at Battery Park by the water.
[ok, i just watched the season finale of House and am totally crying. DUDE!]
The weather was wonderful and the company great; the city is fantastic. But what I really need to know is why in the world does everything close so early??? Uh, the city that never sleeps? I. think. not.
Friday brought us into the city (Mike’s first NYC cab ride – woohoo!). We got settled at the hotel and then went out wandering the streets while we waited for the others to arrive. We found Grand Central Station, had dinner and Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse and finally met up with M,P,C & N.
Friday night? 7.5 hours of UNINTERRUPTED sleep. I felt like I could scale the Empire State Building!
Tomorrow…more pics and more stories!
New York state of mind
I am so ready to go to NYC for the weekend. SO ready.
Unfortunately, I have about forty bazillion things to do before we leave. As Matt just said, “Mom, today is a big day. A gigudulous day!”
I meet the breeder (V) last night to hand over Maggie. The night before we spent about 40 minutes on the phone discussing various things. Last night we talked for probably another hour with Maggie with us. Maggie? She was really good, actually. There are a number of things that concern V. about Mags, but in general, she did say that at this point she didn’t see any reason why Maggie couldn’t be ‘rehabilitated’ and come home to us in a few weeks. She’s going to keep us posted. But get this…my dog who barks at the wind? Stood in the parking lot with us while strangers walked by and didn’t make a sound. No growling, no whining, no barking. I was flabbergasted. So we’ll just have to wait and see how it goes.
Oh, and I finally saw the bite marks on the little girl. I thought they were on the top of her arm, but they are actually on the bottom …
maggie doodlebop
I am an amazing multitasker. I can do a ton of things at once and do them well. I grasp concepts of things easily (unless it’s mathematics) and I have a lot of common sense. But, I’m also unrelentingly emotional about some things. This whole situation with Maggie, for instance. It has made me unable to multi-task. Unable to get simple things accomplished. Unable to stop thinking about giving her up vs. possible rehabilitation/training.
I want to keep her. But I want her to be a good dog. Well-behaved, doesn’t bite, doesn’t bark at the same people whom we welcome into our home over and over, doesn’t bark at the same lady and her dogs that walk by, without fail, twice every single day. I want her to be my companion, fabulous with my kids, trustworthy and smart. I want her to come when I call and not jump or be obnoxious. I want her to stay off the counters and not eat wipes. I want to watch her splash in the water and run around like an idiot in the rain because she is a water dog.
What I don’t want is the threat, the mere idea, of her biting either …
