Dan started his new position here on Monday, bright eyed-and-bushy-tailed. Josh, our sponsor picked him up and he was on his merry way. The boys and I had a lazy morning, clouds overtook the sky. I gave the boys full reign on the cupboard for breakfast, had a long hot shower, still trying to overcome jet lag, then let them pick the lunch spot to dine out. They chose the same brunch spot we had been to for Lincoln's birthday, and this time, with drizzling occurring, the overhead sliding roof was closed. Whah-Whah....
We crushed our lunch, Lincoln and I had tea, Dempsey had water. The sunlight peaked through the clouds and our attitudes about the day, like the retractable ceiling to the dining room, shown lively with smiles.
Boys and I walked downtown, got pictures inside bold red old phone booths, (which are mainly now stocked with defibrillators instead of working phones,) bronzed statues of naked animal genitals, and anything that said the word, " Suffolk." An entire little neighborhood is Suffolk Village, Suffolk being the street my Dad, Bill, and his 10 siblings grew up on in Westchester, IL.
Tuesday while Dan was at work, we did the park, played on the rock wall, watched skateboarders at the skate park, had a late lunch and then hung out at the flat. Dined out for dinner, but the silly waitress never fired our order so we sat for an hour waiting and waiting and waiting. Luckily, the one time I packed the iPads and the headphones for the kids was that night. #survival #discountedcheck
Wednesday it rained. It rained. And rained some more. Lazy day at the flat, as Dempsey had the beginning of a cold and passed out on the couch for a monstrous 3 hour nap. Lincoln and I made tea-time of our own in the petite kitchen and sipped away.
Thursday, Dan went off to work, and Smalls and I walked to and from the boys' new school to meet the Headmistress and get a formal tour of the classrooms and playground that lie ahead for Lincoln and Dempsey. They were stoked mainly to see their names already on jacket hooks, cubbies, and teachers' lists.
Friday brought a trip to the Pound Store to explore the foreign stuff and
gather proper snacks for the boys' upcoming week of camp and also preliminary house-hunting where we saw 3 properties, totally in Goldilocks fashion. One that was a No-Way, one that was Just-Right, and one (in my opinion) that was Desirable.
We made no formal moves, shelved the 3 properties, and waited for wine at dinner hour to discuss the addresses. I had one word for the showings: Vanilla.
Dinner was conveyor belt sushi and the boys were never happier to be in front of all-you-can-drink tap water, flat and bubbly. Think of a diner where the table-side jukebox would be...this spot was equipped with table-side water spouts. Genius. Each Lincoln and Dempsey only ate edamame and fruit bowls, but still, the thrill lay in plucking assorted colored bowls with plastic domes atop to procure nourishment for their parents. It was awesome.
Bring on the weekend. Cheers!
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