It was just a thing for us to walk around and take pictures.
While there, we met two young ladies and we offered to take pictures of them if they took pictures of us.
The pictures they took weren’t great, but – like the waitress – they were very nice and tried their best.
Having said that, it was nice being out in the burbs with Mouse early on a fall weekend.
Me: I wish the boy was here with us. Her: We’ll come back with him; now that we know how to get here, we can come anytime.
Afterward, I wanted to stop by to see my family but, as luck would have it, it was one of the few times I’ve ever left home without my phone so, when I stopped by to see them afterward, no one was there and I couldn’t reach them.
I really wanted to see my mom and was disappointed that I didn’t.
You see, my cousin, Ras, didn’t come with us the last time Cho, Mouse, Chad, and I went off to get seafood so she suggested we go there earlier this week.
Cho picked up Ras first and then Mouse and me. Chad wasn’t feeling well so he wasn’t going to come but Mouse rang him up and found out that he was fine and just being overly-cautious.
Mouse: You have 15 minutes to get dressed, we’re picking you up. Him: I’ll need more than 15 minutes, I have to… Her: (interrupting) You can just put on your makeup in the car. We’ve all done that. 15 minutes.
So off we went. It took us 15 minutes to travel the 10 blocks we needed to get out of Manhattan, and then 15 minutes to go the next 10 miles.
That’s driving in Manhattan for you.
While on the way to the restaurant, we saw this massive truck try to parallel park into this tiny spot.
Me: Now that’s someone that believes in himself. Her: God, how small is his stuff that he needs a truck that big?
We ended up ordered the same thing we got last time.
Ras, Chad, and Henry: We’re stuffed. Mouse and me: We’re ordering two more stone crabs, one snow crab, and potatoes. Ras: You two are animals.
Mouse didn’t say a word for the next 20 minutes as she silently made those crabs regret being born.
I managed to say a few words in between bites and more piña coladas.
Now, she’s cooked for me before but this was honestly the best thing she ever made me – so much so that I asked her for the recipe.
What I got from my request was not only the recipe itself, but also vindication that it’s not just my mind that was going, because Mouse did to me, exactly what I did to her just a few weeks ago.
Me: Can you send me that recipe? Mouse: Sure. (sends me the recipe, my phone beeps) Oh, you have a notification. Me: Oh? Wait, that was was you texting me the recipe! Her: What the heck!? I guess I’m getting old.
We all are. Getting old is a blessing, though – it’s better than the alternative.
My cousin Roz came by after Biden won and we chatted about the election.
Her: I thought you were a conservative. Me: I am. But he’s not a conservative, he’s just a crook. Her: So you’re a democrat now? Me: I’m for the best person for the job, that’s the only thing that should matter.
I was on a completely empty train car when some dude got on and decided to sit directly behind me.
Thought it was odd but didn’t say anything. After just a bit, I heard a deep voice say, “Hey, man. Hey, man – yo, back here.”
I turned around to see this huge fella wearing a baseball cap and a Black Lives Matters mask.
Him: Hey, man. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sitting behind you because this is the only seat with a plug near it and I gotta charge my phone. Me: Oh! Hey, thanks for telling me. I was wondering… Him: Yeah, for sure. I’d do the same thing. Empty car. I get it, man. Me: Seriously, thanks so much for saying something. Him: No problem, man. I get it.
When I got to my stop, I wished him well.
Me: I hope you get to where you’re going safely, homie. Have a good weekend. Him: (big smile) Hey, thanks, you too, you too.
My mother-in-law picked me up.
The boy was in school (online) so he couldn’t come with her but when we got to her home, he was there on the porch, waiting for me. He started screaming, “Papa, papa!” at the top of his lungs.
If you’re not a parent that hasn’t seen his kid in weeks, I can’t fully express how it felt to see him.
But I’ll say joyful and hope it translates, knowing that it won’t.
MIL: I wanted you to be the one to teach him how to ride a bicycle. Me: Thanks, mom. That means a lot to me.
I remember riding my first bike.
It was a yellow girl’s bike with flowers on the plastic banana seat and a white basket. I didn’t care. It was mine and I loved it.
I took off the training wheels from the boy’s bike and he began to cry.
Me: Are you scared? Him: (nods) Me: It’s ok to be scared. You can only be brave if you’re scared first. But you get points in life for being brave. Be brave for me, ok? Him: OK, papa. I’ll try.
I’m glad that he’s young enough that he’ll probably not remember the virus and everything related to it. But, I wonder how it’s changed the trajectory of his life.
I wonder so many what if things, as you might imagine.
He started kindergarten virtually this week. I was pretty bummed that I wasn’t there with him. All the more so that Alison wasn’t.
Again, as you might might imagine.
I meant to tell you that, towards the end of prekindergarten, his teacher pulled me aside to talk to me. I was worried that it was something bad – of course. She spoke to me in her thick Irish brogue.
Her: Today, your son came up to me and said, “Your computer is updating, Ms. Claire. It will be ready in a moment.” He read that from the computer screen! 11 years I’ve been doing this, I’ve never met anyone like your son. Me: Oh god, I was worried you were going to tell me that he did something wrong. Her: You worry too much, Mr. Lo. Me: I have good reason to.
On the first day of school this week, the teacher turned to the class and asked if anyone knew what she wrote on the board.
The boy raised his hand and read to the class, “Welcome to kindergarten!”
She woulda been so proud.
Alison and my dad woulda been so proud of this happy, brilliant little kid.
In addition to the health issues that Mouse’s mentioned in her blog, she’s also been dealing with some other issues that were out of both of our wheelhouses.
Luckily, we had a friend Hawk that knew what to do and helped point us in the right direction.
As a thank you, we got him a fine bottle of rum and invited him and his girl over for some food this past weekend.
Him: I’m essentially a pescatarian. Me: I am so sorry to hear that.
Mouse picked up a side of salmon and I made this super easy AIP salmon dish that was honestly delicious. While I did that, Mouse helped me cleanup the pad.
Mouse: I didn’t know what to do with a lot of it so I just put it on your desk. Me: Makes sense. That’s where it’d probably end up anyway. Thanks for helping! Her: (laughing) Well, thanks for cooking.
Hawk and his girl H came by with two bottles of wine and we all had a fine dinner. I think.
H: He told me how old you were; I didn’t believe it. Me: I literally look for any excuse to take off my clothes. I’ll take them off now. Her: (laughs) Me: No really, I’m serious.
Afterward, we settled down for some board games.
Her: We like Scattergories. Me: Oh, that was one of Alison’s games. We always meant to play it. I suppose tonight’s as good a night as any.
Mouse and I dug it up and we played it. I could see why Alison liked it. She always loved word games like that and Boggle. Essentially, you have to make up lists of things that begin with random letters.
For “N,” one clue was, “Things you find in a home.”
I just thought of something when the buzzer went off.
Him: What were you going to say? Me: I was going to take off my clothes so I could write, “Naked Chinese man,” but I ran outta time.
It was a fun night. In some ways, it made me miss the boy more. I want all my friends to meet him because he’s such a joy.
Chuck, Cho, Chad, and Mouse came by on Friday to wish Chuck a safe trip back home.
Me: Well, I already spent thousands this month on my apartment and health so I figured, “Why not blow another $150 on a smokeless grill? What difference’s 150 bucks at this point?” Chad: Makes sense. Me: We should invite Chuck over for a last BBQ in NYC. Him: Let’s do it.
For anyone that’s been to my pad before, they know that the air circulation is low-to-nonexistent. No matter what I try to pan-grill, my smoke alarm goes off and it’s a sauna most days of the year.
I’d gotten the grill a while ago and decided to christen it and wish Chuck a farewell at the same time.
We picked up burgers, kielbasa, kraut, cole slaw, roasted veggies, potato pancakes, and drinks around the way, bringing them back and grilling everything up. We were supposed to start around 5:30.
Mouse: (walking in at 7PM) Wait, you haven’t started eating yet? Me: We started a bit late. Her: I can see that.
After we were done eating, we watched an episode of a food channel, an episode of hot ones, and then got down to serious matters, like board games.
Note that we were all two-sheets-to-the-wind – except for Cho – because he was the only one driving. Which is why I found the following exchange so amusing:
Mouse: (drawing) Cho: What is that? An eye? Her: (nods) Him: Eye circle? Her: (shakes head) Him: Eye globe? Her: (eyes wild and wide, stabs picture) Him: Eyeball? Her: YES! It’s an eyeball! EYE GLOBE?! EYE CIRCLE?! WTF is an EYE GLOBE, CHO?!
Chad was laughing hysterically when he glanced at his phone and suddenly turned sober. “Oh, no!” he said.
Him: Chadwick Boseman died from colon cancer. He was 43. Me: What? (taking out phone, reading) Um, I need a second, fellas.
I went into the back room, sat down, and just cried. That’s how it works, you see. That’s how grief works.
One minute with you’re with your fave girlie and good friends, and the next minute you’re in the back pulling up pictures of people you know you love and that you’ll never see again and an actor that you never knew.
You never know when life’s gonna hit that grief button. But when it does, holy shit…
I always knew the word, “grief-stricken,” but I never truly appreciated the etymological brilliance of the word until that moment.
It’s actually so perfect with how it works as a word, you are literally stricken – hit, bludgeoned, injured, wounded, struck – with grief.
That’s what grief-stricken means. Grief hits you like a fucking baseball bat, and you’re left gasping for air.
I was literally laughing one moment and trying to cry as quietly as I could the next. That’s what grief-stricken means.
As for Chadwick, that’s a whole different matter that I need to work through.
Chad: (leaning in) I’m sorry, brother, I wasn’t thinking. Me: (shaking head) Why are you sorry? It wasn’t you that took her from me.
Her: This reminds me of California. Me: Yeah, that seems like ages ago. Her: I wanna go to a cafe. Me: There’s one coming up.
We sat down and she treated me to a diet coke while she had a coffee with what can only be described as a diabetes-inducing amount of sugar.
She left for work on Tuesday and I met up with Chuck and Chad afterward, like I said.
Lviv dropped me a line today too, just to see how I’m doing.
These researchers once did a study about dairy cows and noted that they were happy in the sense that they avoided pain. Pain avoidance and happiness are remarkably similar.
I think that’s true for most animals, us included.
I have to say that avoiding the pain this past weekend made me feel something close to happiness. The company helped, for sure.
And now, I can feel a little bit of relief until the holidays, at least.
Me: Thanks for coming this weekend; you’ve never missed any of these terrible anniversaries and I’m grateful for that. Thank you. Her: I’m glad I got to spend the weekend with you. Good night, Logan. Me: Good night, Mouse.
Me: I’m running out the door to pick up some stuff from a friend. This scooter’s really paying for itself these days. Paul: Wear a helmet! Seriously. People are animals. My wife’s convinced drivers will stop but…wear a helmet!
Got three random messages from old friends recently; people that used to be in this blog a lot more before Alison died.
I think I stopped seeing everyone from my old life because they all knew and loved her. But, I’m slowly getting back in touch with then.
Or, they with me.
The friend I was seeing was Steel. I can’t believe it was seven years ago when he called me to tell me that he caught some striped bass.
I remember Alison thought it was cool that a friend would randomly call me to give me fish.
Anywho, he did again earlier this week so off I went to the Upper East Side.
Like me, he’s a dad of a young child. You need to know this for context.
Steel: Wait, where’s your helmet? Me: Holy cow, I can’t believe I forgot to wear one. I literally just told a buddy of mine that I always wear a helmet. Him: (laughing) I was shocked to see you – out of all people – show up without one.
I was actually planning on picking up some fried chicken but, because I didn’t have a helmet, I decided to just go home.
The next day, Gio called me. He left his firm with his boss and the two of them, plus two others, decided to try their luck on their own. They opened up shop at Columbus Circle, not too far from my pad.
Gio: Yeah, we were planning ton his since before the pandemic but, it looks like 95% of our old clients are coming with us. Me: Damn, nice. I tell everyone that any company can be good in good times, only great companies can be good in bad times. Him: (laughs) Nice scooter, BTW. I think I have the exact same one. But, I haven’t ridden it yet. I’m in the office by 8AM and I don’t leave until midnight. Me: I remember those days. I think they’re long past now.
The three year anniversary of my dad’s death is on Monday so I think I’ll be checking out for a bit.
Come back on Tuesday, won’t you?
Oh, in the meantime, my brother suggested that I make my Spotify Blog Playlist public so click here or above for it.
I’ll add the songs that I put into this blog as well as songs from past entries so it’ll continually grow.
I have a pretty broad taste in music so there’s bound to be something you’ll love. Or hate.