Happy New Year. Pissing rain today. There goes all this snow. So much for my cross-country ski package I’d
rented. This morning was an early
morning odyssey. Up at four and out on
the road to get my daughter down to the 7:30AM flight back to college from JFK. Groggy, foggy but it was a whole lot better
than doing it at almost any other time.
Zero traffic on the New York State Throughway and none on Route
Seventeen, through Paramus. I don’t
think I’ve ever sailed over the G-W so quickly, though oddly only half the
tower lights were on and the bridge felt more majestic than it looked. Not much of anyone on the Whitestone Bridge
nor the Van Wyck. And after we dropped
her off and turned around to head home, we repeated the same route and though
there is always some amount of traffic in NYC, it was merciful. The only thing that wasn’t an upgrade was the
glare of the oncoming headlights which were starting to tire my eyes and I was grateful
to finally welcome the sun, which made its appearance about thirty minutes before our arrival back home. And with that, I
dove right into bed.
I’ve been sitting
on hard kitchen chairs and soft, deep-seat recliners to do my work these past
few months. There isn’t a a posture
perfect chair there, anywhere in the house to do work in. Later this morning I took my little one over to the campus so she
should join the New Year’s celebration there and on the way back I
stopped at Staples and bought a desk chair.
I was talked into buying the care package for an extra twenty bucks that
allows me to return this chair at any time in the next three years, and they’ll fully
refund it. Indeed, I don’t even have to
bring the physical chair in, which seemed hard to believe. I imagined the process whereby I could return
tomorrow and say I didn’t like it because it was "broken" and wanted my money back and just get a
second such desk chair.
My good friend called. His younger son is back in Shenzhen with the
grandparents and he is worried about the Corona virus. Should he bring him home? Should he wait it out? I defaulted to suggested it was no big deal
and then caught myself. What the hell do
I know? We chatted about this with he
and his wife while I bounced around in Lowes, buying bird seed. I got a new feeder that was supposed to be
absolutely squirrel proof. We’ll see.
My wife called and
wondered where I was in the rain. I had
one more place I wanted to go:
Agway. Apparently, they were
going to be the only ones around that had “Tanglefoot.” I’d resisted getting
sticky goop to retard the squirrels but at this point short of a bee-bee gun or
an electric buzzer I’m running out of ways to keep them off my feeder. They’ve out baffled the baffle and made short
work of the earlier squirrel proof” feeder I’d optimistically set up.
Back home I replenished
the seed and applied the goop and set this new feeder up just around the time
the rainfall had broke, and a nice sunset was materializing. Tonight, over to The Samuel Morse Estate for
a high school service auction. I guess I
don’t really know what to expect, whether there at Locus Grove or here with the new feeder.
Saturday, 01/25/20
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