It’s time. I’ll help.
Was coming back from the gym last week when I exited the subway and stepped over, what looked like, a torn piece of fluttering paper.
But it moved differently than the other rando pieces of litter I usually see so I turned back around and took a closer look.
It turned out to be this little yellow butterfly.
Was mesmerized by it for a few minutes. I’m sure people thought I was weird, recording what seems like a piece of trash.
I can only imagine it was on its way to get drinks with friends somewhere downtown.
NYC has its little bits of magic, if you just stop and pay attention.
Speaking of getting drinks, I brought the Firecracker to my favourite local restaurant, Arte Cafe, a few blocks south of me.
The Firecracker had never been before and we went at an off hour so we had the joint to ourselves.
Used to go there alla time but I just stopped for various reasons, I’m sure you can guess.
The last time I was there was almost five years ago.
Ended up getting my usual burger with a side salad.
Everything was great except…
Her: That’s gonna drive me crazy – both mirrors are crooked.
Me: (looking) Why would tell me that?! Now it’s gonna drive *me* crazy.
Her: I need to do something about that.
Me: (standing up) I got it.
So, I walked over and straightened out both mirrors.
There were patrons in the other areas and I think they all thought we were odd, but one of the waitstaff laughed and nodded so I’m guessing that all was ok.
Her: Thanks! That was gonna drive me nuts.
Me: You and me both, lady.
I took her out to eat because she was helping me clean out the kid’s room and rearrange everything.
I’m making some pretty major changes – the first in a long while – with the kid’s room because he’s getting older and I want to make sure his room grows as he grows.
Tossed Alison’s old desk that I gave him to use these past few years. But it’s been falling apart because the kid’s been pretty rough with it.
Was a lot harder to do than you might imagine.
Firecracker: (gently) I know you don’t want to do it, but it’s time. I’ll help.
Me: No. It’s fine. I’ve got to do this.
In any case, I’m feeling rushed because he’s coming back soon and there’s so much more to do.
Was gonna focus alla my time this past weekend on it but then RE Mike hit me up to tickets to a Broadway show.
I generally only have the kinda luck that no one wants. But every once in a while, something good happens.
I’ll tell you more about that in the next entry.
Location: home, realizing that the box I got to keep all the power stuff doesn’t fit underneath my TV stand
Mood: missing the kid
Music: If there’s nothing missing in my life (Spotify)
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