Sun spotted

Well, it was … yep, there it is, peeking out onto the city. And the temperature should get no higher than the mid-70s (F, that is; we’d all be gone if that was C, of course). Soon I shall go on one of my jaunts, this time from the Lower East Side to the Upper West Side to fetch some Eman lox supplies from Zabar’s. I shall profit from this endeavor in more than one way, whittering time during transportation being one of those.
I don’t suppose that all my transportation time will be available for whittering though, as there are Reports on Summer Reading that were supposed to be done by Nigel over the past couple of months. Summer Reading and Nigel just don’t actually go together, except insofar as reading might be needed to figure out where to gather materials for his myspace, and when WWE will be on for his viewing pleasure.
On September 11, he and Eman will be attending a WWE event at Madison Square Garden. I am happy about that, as Nigel has ongoing PTSS regarding that day five years ago. I don’t know if I’ve written about it here, but his teacher was in the hallway when the first plane went into the WTC. She called the kids out (third grade) to see it, knowing this was a major event. So 20-odd third graders were all watching through a large window at the end of the hallway when the second plane hit. Somehow, being with his WWE heroes on the fifth anniversary of that day seems like a really good thing for my sweet, funny, sensitive OCD-Tourette’s angel. Who becomes a teenager this coming Friday. Eek.
And it will be a day after he returns from his special birthday weekend in Connecticut, which is the culmination of weeks of HINTING … ahem, hinting that he would really love to go there.
His mother will be working on her own transitions and changes and growth, pilgrim that she is. But for now, in the sunshine and lovely “yes, fall is on the way” temperatures, she shall merely journey to Zabar’s. How’s that for keeping it simple?