A view of One World Trade Center and Battery Park City while taking the ferry to New Jersey. The skies were gray, and it had been raining on and off that afternoon.
Welcome, fall. We’re ready for cooler weather here.
“That’s not candy, yuck!”
This is what my son decided after trying the Sweethearts candy that he came home with today. I had to agree.
I also had to agree with the blue heart when I saw the printing job on these things. LOL indeed.
I remember these candies tasting just as bad when I was a kid, but I don’t remember such a high ratio of printing errors in a package. But then again, maybe nothing ever is quite as we remember.
I hope you had a happy Valentine’s day!
It may not be pretty, but we have to try anyway.
I told my son yesterday during his first time roller skating, “Here’s what we’re going to do: you’re going to move your little roller skate feet back onto the rink and we’re going to try again. We were invited to this birthday party and your friends are all trying it, too. I’ll come with you and help you.”
To sit at the table and watch would have been a wasted opportunity. Better to jump in and try than wonder what could have been.
What does it mean when there are no more discount sympathy cards?
During basketball practice, I spend most of the time looking down at my phone rather than watch my kid’s every move. I feel bad about this, but I try to watch the important parts.
Glancing up, I see the kids running, dribbling, shooting, passing, traveling, shouting, laughing, and looking up farther I see the old windows of the community center, a former elementary school. The gym was renovated over the summer, so the peeling paint and holes in the ceiling and walls are gone.
Elsewhere in the old building you’ll still see missing floor tiles, sinks and fountains with no water, fraying carpet, holes and stains. Outside you’ll still see the seperate entrances marked Girls and Boys, as well as rusted gutters and fallen drainpipes. Rumors are always going around that the place will be shut down because at this point it’s too badly neglected to be repaired.
Looking down, past my phone, I see the old floor of the stage on which I sit each week. I am a part of the scenery, along with other parents, coats, and water bottles, as little sisters and brothers tread the boards.
Sometimes I think of my old elementary school, which had a similar multi-purpose room—our gym, cafeteria, and stage, was the same space used for dismissal where we lined up for the buses each day. In first grade I was in a play about the seasons and I got to walk across the stage with my slicker and umbrella while I spoke about the rain in spring.
Once we had an assembly about Earth Science and the performers told us all about global warming and the shrinking ozone layer and acid rain. “It will be up to your generation to fix it,” they said.
Fix it? I don’t think we’re doing a good job.
I read the news on my phone and feel bad about it, and I try to pay attention to the important parts. Rumors are always going around that the place will shut down once its too badly neglected to be repaired.
I hope we find a way to fix it and save what must be saved.
What made this arrangement of the carts so strange was that to the right, traffic was blocked so that cars couldn’t drive near the crosswalk. Why funnel the pedestrians into this little path?
I suppose they didn’t want anyone trying to exit the parking lot by driving up that way, but maybe get something more official like some orange cones?
Posted for Cee’s Which Way Challenge.
The post office had some cool icicles the other day.
The grasses below collected and reforged their drops.
It’s the most pollen-y time of year. I’m looking forward to wearing my contacts again when the pine trees are finished celebrating spring.
The dogwood flowers are gone now