I have barely blogged, tweeted, facebooked, or glanced at an online newspaper in days. I can’t think of the last time, I totally unplugged myself. My e-mail box is a complete disaster. There are really important notes, I’m sure, in there buried under the notices for sales at Pottery Barn and a 20 percent coupon at Barnes and Noble. I’m sure that I need to “like” someone’s status updates; someone who counts who their likes and takes all non-likes as snubs.
So, a ridiculous sinus inflection kept me house-bound for days. I found the perfect place on the sofa where my head was properly propped up between two cushions. And I pretty much stayed there for days, until I summoned up the energy to wait for two hours at the Urgent Care clinic down the block for antibiotics.
I’m feeling much better, so I’m back to bossing my family around. I wouldn’t exactly say that my family was pleased with my illness. Let’s just say that they were pleased to have an excuse to sit around the house for days, take naps, sleep late, and not have an insane woman waking them up during their winter holiday and making them do stuff.
And Jonah may have just despaired as I bounded into his room, “Why did you have to get better?”
Yesterday afternoon, the antibiotics began to kick in, so we went into New York. Steve had to return to work this morning, so yesterday was our last chance to salvage something out of this break. Our first plan was to hit a museum and get some fun food, but we decided to simply things and bounce in quickly for a meal in Chinatown.
But bouncing quickly didn’t happen. Of course, we hit horrible traffic. The melting ice had shorted out some wire under 20th Street, which had promptly electrified the entire street. Door knobs, mental fences and manhole covers were giving people rude shocks, so they had to shut down that block. Then we heard that huge chunks of ice were falling from the skyscrapers near Wall Street and they had close off more blocks. It was very apocalyptic.
We dumped the car about fifteen blocks from our destination and walked.
It was actually a lovely day. Jonah took pictures of buildings with his iPhone. Ian asked millions of adorable questions. When Ian is happy, he doesn’t stop talking. My formerly mute boy is the best.
As we walked down Canal Street, I got a lot of “heybabyheybabyheybaby.” But nobody was trying to pick me up or sell me drugs. They were trying to sell me knock off handbags. It’s rather annoying to be old.
We went to the dive-Chinese restaurant that we love and then over three blocks to Mulberry Street for dessert.
We talked to random people on the street. An old guy saw me checking out a building and he stopped to tell me that the building was from 1808. Everybody was so happy that the temperature was finally above freezing and that destruction from melting ice was the sign of spring.
I need spring. And I need to take a second stab at waking up my oldest son who is annoyed that his mother is feeling better. Time to get up and DO THINGS, JONAH!!
Apt. 11d 