On this, the second day of my staycation, I had great plans. I girded my loins for a trip to the DMV to finally register my car in New York. Currently it has Jersey plates on it--and not even the most recent style, which looks like a pool of dissipating urine. It's an older style that was designed by a very morose person to be only a little less ugly than the beige-and-black atrocities I grew up with. All legalities aside, there's a very important aesthetic imperative at stake.
Also, my car looks like 1) it's not from the neighborhood and 2) is taking up space that could be for someone who is from the neighborhood, which could lead to 3) god-knows-what on my windshield. People take this crap seriously up here.
As usual, though, the best laid plans went kerflooey. So I figured I'd take this little time before I go pick up the boys from school and assure what's left of my readership that I'm not dead. I admit, though, that it's been a challenge to sit down and write about myself lately. It just hasn't seemed natural, because of all the truly juicy stuff that's going on in my life right now. Like [MATERIAL REDACTED] and [CAN'T TALK ABOUT THAT, EITHER] and [DRAMA! ALWAYS WITH THE EFFING DRAMA!]. Sometimes, when your life accelerates into a turgid spume, you get the idea that maybe it'll all go away if you refuse to write about it.
But hey, it's springtime in Manhattan. The weather is warming, and people we haven't seen for months are emerging from their little Habitrails and embracing the outdoors once again. Today I'll take the boys to our favorite cloistered playground, where we've been going for years, and take part in the annual rite of marveling at how large and obnoxious all the other kids have become. It's the simple pleasures that feed your soul.
"Turgid" is my favorite gross, ugly-sounding word. You use it well.
Posted by: Missa | March 18, 2009 at 11:53
i'm kinda digging "kerflooey!" new stalker...love the blog.
Posted by: lindsey | March 18, 2009 at 13:34
Enjoy the playground, if not the obnoxious other kids!
Posted by: Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com | March 18, 2009 at 14:55
Don't start me on NJ-DMV!! I went to register a van I purchased from someone in PA whose wife had passed away and I wanted to go join her! It took 3, yes 3 (!!) trips and even then yesterday (trip #3)I was hearing "but this isn't the blah-blah-blah form" and "he needs to register it in his name, THEN and only then can he sign off on it". Once I pulled out the "your website does NOT say that!" card did he give in. Now there are more people there to serve the customers, but this only means more people to confuse the issue!
Obviously I'm not over this ;)
Posted by: Maria from NJ | March 18, 2009 at 16:16
Wait a minute, which Manhattan are you in? Because I want to go to the one with the springtime.
Posted by: Mom101 | March 18, 2009 at 23:00
Cloistered playground? Spill it.
Posted by: Isabel Kallman | March 19, 2009 at 10:43
Thank God you are alive...I was thinking we were going to hear..."Laid Off Dad, found stinking in his apartment"! Glad you are back!
Posted by: DOT | March 19, 2009 at 19:02
No, its the F'ing DMV. Where the employees make everyday look like they are in Weekend at Bernie's on your time.
My staycation will be in NYC in a month. Plant my ass in a seat and have some frescas sans the kiddo. paradise.
Posted by: Another Dad | March 19, 2009 at 23:12
Turgid Spume!?
OK I'm in. Bookmarked.
Posted by: Julie Tilsner | March 23, 2009 at 18:14