Jackson and I made it back to Brooklyn last night after our trip to Springfield, Mo. to visit my parents for a few days. That’s my dad and Jackson pictured above sitting on my parents’ front porch enjoying the sunrise and some coffee (grandpa) and water (Jackson) before a full day of tricycle-riding, hay-riding, pony-riding, animal-petting, train-touring, playground-playing, and hotdog and ice cream- eating. That was just the first day. And we barely made it for all that.
Did you guys hear about the guy last week who tried to kill himself in the radar center outside Chicago and then, when he didn’t succeed, he set fire to the place and essentially shut down air traffic in both Chicago airports, grounding almost all flights in and out of the city? Well, Jackson and I were lucky enough to be booked on a flight into Chicago and out of Chicago on the morning all that went down. Both of our flights were canceled. We were stuck at LGA for almost SEVEN hours before getting on a flight to Arkansas, about a 2-hour drive from my parents’ place. It was a LONG day to say the least. And the mess in Chicago still wasn’t cleaned up by yesterday when we flew home. Our flight from Springfield into Chicago was delayed over an hour and we missed our connecting flight home to NYC. We made another flight home, but only because I sprinted from one end of the terminal to our gate on the other side of the terminal just seconds before they closed the doors to our plane. Have you ever been stuck at an airport on your own for almost seven hours with an almost 3-year-old? If you have, then you can appreciate why I ran so hard and so fast to make that flight.
And as an aside: I was SO ANGRY when, in LGA on the day of our canceled flights, I overheard a bunch of TSA agents in the bathroom making fun of all the people crying over their canceled flights. I wasn’t one of the ones crying (I saw many people in tears, though), but I could certainly appreciate the frustration and even heartache over not making it to something you really, really want or need to be present for, like good-byes to dying loved ones, funerals, weddings, job interviews, etc. It took all my will power to not go off on those snotty TSA agents about compassion and professionalism, and I would have had I not had my hands full with Jackson. Ugh, I’m still mad just thinking about them.
Anyway, hellacious commuting aside, we had a nice visit in Mo. Jackson got lots of time with his grandparents, and we both got to enjoy the fresh, country air and wide, open sky we don’t get to see in NYC. I even got to rake leaves. And I had what I think might become my annual Andy’s pumpkin pie concrete (there’re pieces of real pie in it). There were also visits to a toy store, a tiger sanctuary, an old-school diner, two sushi restaurants (Jackson’s current food obsession), and Steak-n-Shake (as you do).
That’s what I’ve been up to. What did I miss around here? Who’s engaged? Who’s newly pregnant? Who’s newly single? Who’s sworn off dating? And who’s excited about the NYC meetup tomorrow?
OH! And one more big thank-you for all your support during the donation drive last week (over 90 of you donated!). We ended up raising $2820 (and, of course, you can still donate now or any time), which will cover a big chunk of the overhead for the next six months. And there’s still a nice amount coming in every month thanks to the monthly donors, which helps cover additional expenses. Those of you who won DW items in last week’s drawings should be receiving those items soon if you haven’t already (except for the bags, which I didn’t have a chance to mail out before I left town, and will mail this afternoon). Again, thank you so much!