Yesterday we took a small journey into Brooklyn to see my son and deliver some packages that accidentally got delivered to my address. He is busy renovating his new place. He managed to land a newly rent stabilized space which he feels might be his the place he calls his own for a long time. It is not easy to afford New York City these days. Here he is from behind on his old Harley. We followed him from his wood shop to the new apartment, just to see. Basically still a pile of plaster and tile etc, he had it gutted and is building it back from scratch. Quite a view of Manhattan.
We drove home in rush hour traffic. The trip that normally would take less than an hour one way lasted 2 and a half hours on the way home. I wonder how we did this every day. I'm so out of practice, I forgot to pack my sewing. And that made it one of the few days in a long time without touching cloth. I will make the boy a cloth for his new place.
PS. I am having terrible problems with Typepad. Can't seem to stay up long enough to post content for Small Journeys. I hate to make a switch which will bring me down for a month or so, but seriously considering it. Keep you posted. I will take a few days and see if things improve.