For the past few years, every June we have done a road trip as soon as the girls got out of school. We've visited our dear friend Beth and her family in upstate New York, plus explored someplace new. We've visited Philadelphia, Cape Cod and Boston.
This year we had planned to even go into Canada. But then came the events of May. We ended up on a road trip to New York City that was NOT a happy trip.
So we are back in a hotel room tonight, halfway to upstate NY. Tomorrow we will go and spend the weekend with our friends. They are our more than friends. They are the sort of folks De (the Sober Briquette) was talking about recently. People who are not your family by blood, but people who you were lucky enough to find who became your family.
And then we'll head south, through my beautiful beloved Hudson Valley to New York City. The Man and SC will spend some time with my father-in-law and cousin. Hopefully my brother-in-law will tend to our computers--they're ALL ailing. And JR and I will spend some time with my parents, and I'll put up with my mom's nattering and relentlessly healthy cooking.
We're going to take the girls on the Circle Line. I'm going to show them Central Park--the Carousel and the Delacourte Clock and the Children's Zoo. And they want to see the statue of "Balto".
We're hopefully going to eat REAL New York pizza and maybe even some Chinatown fare. And perhaps if it's really hot we will venture out to Jones Beach, the beautiful Atlantic beach park on Long Island where I first learned to love the ocean.
It's all going to be good.
And yet, somehow, it all seems unreal. We're not feeling festive, any of us.
It doesn't feel like summer. It doesn't feel as if school is out and we're on vacation.
I'm hoping that it will tomorrow................