Not win-win
It was a pretty insanely cold weekend this past weekend.
6 degrees was the low on both Friday and Saturday with Sunday having a high of 48 degrees, which was all pretty absurd.
Oddly, the gym was bursting at the seams on the coldest day of the week.
Didn’t expect that at all.
Sunday, I found out that my buddy, Grace, was holding a passport registration thingy in Flushing so I decided to (a) support her and (b) take care of getting the kid a passport.
Figured it’d be win-win. I was wrong.
First of all, the 7 train, which we use to get out there, wasn’t running so we had to transfer a few times to get to where it was.
Then when we showed up, the line was around the block. Literally.
We stood there for a solid hour.
The kid tried to entertain himself as best he could.
Ultimately, it didn’t move so we ended up just bailing.
I’m seeing my college friends this weekend for a 90s-themed dinner, so I decided to get a cheap haircut while we were in Flushing and also see my fam.
The kid was a riot over at the hair salon – the following was all in my crappy Chinese.
Her: He said, “thank you,” in Chinese!
Me: That’s about all he can say.
Her: It’s a start. Can I give him a piece of candy?
Me: Sure! He’ll love that.
Her: It’s doesn’t matter what kind of kid it is, they all love sweets, don’t they?
Me: Looks that way. But he does like to eat.
Afterward, I went to see my mom and sister.
They both cooked and I ate until I was beyond stuffed.
Like I said, feel I should see my family more.
I had the saddest thought recently, that there’ll come a time when I’ll wanna see my mom and I won’t be able to.
Shit, just writing that hurt my heart.
Me: Thanks for dinner, mom! (pause) I love you.
Her: You’re welcome! And I love you too!
Think my sister may be the only person that regularly bakes more than me for his/her kids.
Like me, she bakes high fiber, low-carb, delicious things. Tonight was a chocolate swirl cheesecake that was killer.
When I went for my second slice, we had the following exchange:
Her: Hey, do you want some tea?
Me: Do I!
Her: Decaf?
Me: Great!
Her: Heavy cream ok?
Me: Yes, please.
Her: Here you go. (hands me cup, sits down) So…tell me about the Firecracker.
Me: (laughs)
Location: this afternoon, showing the kid where I grew up
Mood: thoughtful
Music: If it’s alright, I’d like to stay (Spotify)
Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
2 replies on “Not getting a passport in Queens”
I had the saddest thought recently, that there’ll come a time when I’ll wanna see my mom and I won’t be able to.
Reading that was kind of a gut punch…I lost my mom a few months ago and I feel that every day. I hope it’s a long way off for you. Been reading you since the LJ days, Logan, I hope you’re well.
I’m so sorry. Having lost my dad after Alison, I (unfortunately), can relate. I was happy to see my mom and I’m trying to value those moments more.