Weekend Timeline

Driving alone is no fun.

Friday night: Came home from work only to find the house empty with Nina and little Joe away. Did a bunch of things, packing etc and went upstairs to sleep.

The bed albeit comfy and huge was lonely.

Note: big bed, with no action happening…..

My side – clean, orderly and prepared (see my club er ahem, my mag light?)

Then there is her side – the photo granted there is some blurring speaks enough

 

So to sleep I went and then in the morning at the sound of my alarm I woke, 5 hours sleep and I dressed, by 8am I was over the bridge and went in for the Federal Parks Police test in Elizabeth NJ.

I got lost twice before I got there.

Time lost: 45 minutes

The full testing/meeting didn’t finish until about 2pm.

Job procedure:
1) Pasing 1st test w/ minimum score of 70 move on to next test at the end of January
2) Pass 2nd test the physical test with minimum score of 70 and wait to be called for the training
3) Training for 18 weeks in Georgia. Weekends off and go up to Ny to see my family
4) 2 year mandatory stationing in Washington D.C.
5) Transfer back to New York – ? I don’t know how this part works, honestly I am not sure how far I’m going to go with this if I can’t.

I then proceeded to find my way back onto I-95 south.

Time lost: 30 minutes

Most of the rest of the way was speeding at 80 miles an hour, with the rest of the motorists on the road doing the same. This I like.

I picked up a road map of the U.S. to further uproot any sense of driving confidence I had.

Huzzah I am the map king!

Anyhow, didn’t take too much time for me to find myself lost again in the late afternoon with the sun slowly creeping down.

Time lost: 45 minutes

Times I passed the hotel I was booked at: 4.

# times I spoke to the marriot concierge desk before arriving: 1x

Amount of pit stops taken throughout the drive down: 4

Amount of time it took me to fall asleep in the nice accomodations: 10 minutes

Being awoken at 6:00am by the wake up service and feeling 100% = Priceless.

The only thing in D.C. I didn’t take into account was that the museums didn’t open until 10am, I was tooling around the streets at 9:am, I walked around a bit and then at 11am got a call from Nina, asking if I could pick her up at 4:30pm.

I was actually on my way out by this time and outside of city limits so I said yes.

80 miles an hour back up only to get fouled up at the I-95 fork where it runs the Jersey side to Philly (?)

Time lost backtracking from some boondock town I though there was a bridge in: 30 minutes

Arrival at JFK a.k.a. hell airport : 3:40pm.

I was waiting, killing time reading a fitness magazine.

I helped some random stranger, a lady with her 10 month old son, she was trying to move all her stuff while her husband went to get the car. She moved the baby first then started to walk to the bags. I just hoisted them up and brought them over to her. She couldn’t stop thanking me.

Random acts of kindness people.

Then I saw them. My little man in his stroller, and gabbing away with new sounds and a weird little voice. Apparently his tongue was developing and trying out new words or something because he is using D sounds alot.

"Da da da da da da da da"

Not the word dad or daddy or da-dee

Traffic on the return of course and well before long Nina and I were arguing again.

Ho hum. Before long it was just another plume of anger spewing like a forgotten road flare at the site of an motor vehicle accident someone forgot to clean up.

Ok, she’s home. Time to go.