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I was thinking about that post *twice* today, both because of swimming.
See, we caved and signed the nieces up at the YMCA so they can take swimming lessons. I mean, you can take the lessons without being a member, but it's twice as much. And in order to make the membership pay off they're also taking Tae Kwon Do and Ana is doing a Double Dutch class after her swimming. (Actually, if we get our act together we may be eligible for financial aid, but that's beside the point right now.)
Because Evangeline is under 6, she and Ana aren't in the same swimming class. This is very annoying, because Evangeline's class starts at 3:30 and only runs for half an hour. There is no earthly way we can make it on time taking the bus, so instead we have to shell out $8 for car service. You can't miss the first 10 minutes of a 30 minute class!
Anyway, today we were in the car on this beautiful day, and Ana, recognizing the beauty of this day, asked me to "crank down the window".
1. I don't say that, I say "open the window" or very maybe "roll down the window", but I don't think I've said "roll down the window" in a while. Hard to tell now that I'm thinking about it!
2. To my knowledge, Ana and Evangeline have been in a car with a crank for the window exactly once. It was a momentous occasion.
So I noticed this, commented on it, and resolved to post about it... which I've just done.
At the Y I quickly got Evangeline changed (by this I mean I stood there while Evangeline changed her clothes. I did NOT, like some people, dress her like a doll. I don't know why people do that to their four and five year olds), ran her through the shower, waved to her teacher, and skedaddled. (For some reason, scads of other grown-ups hang around the tiny window at the other end of the pool to watch. Bringing a book seems more sensible to me, I don't know.)
Or I meant to skedaddle (funny looking word), anyway, back to the waiting room where I could make sure Ana finished her homework... but I was too busy staring at the emergency phone.
The emergency phone is red, and it has a red sign next to it with the words "Emergency phone Dial 911" written in white. The words are, swear to god, written over the image of an actual phone dial. Like, for a rotary phone!
In my life, I can recall seeing only ONE rotary phone, and it was nearly obsolete then, but you don't expect NYC public schools to throw out perfectly good phones just because they're old, do you? So my jaw kinda dropped a little and I groped for my own phone to take a pic. Alas, I'd left it with Ana, so that didn't happen, but it will next week! (I may also open the box to see if the phone matches the image, but I don't know, people may not approve of my curiosity.)
I was thinking about that post *twice* today, both because of swimming.
See, we caved and signed the nieces up at the YMCA so they can take swimming lessons. I mean, you can take the lessons without being a member, but it's twice as much. And in order to make the membership pay off they're also taking Tae Kwon Do and Ana is doing a Double Dutch class after her swimming. (Actually, if we get our act together we may be eligible for financial aid, but that's beside the point right now.)
Because Evangeline is under 6, she and Ana aren't in the same swimming class. This is very annoying, because Evangeline's class starts at 3:30 and only runs for half an hour. There is no earthly way we can make it on time taking the bus, so instead we have to shell out $8 for car service. You can't miss the first 10 minutes of a 30 minute class!
Anyway, today we were in the car on this beautiful day, and Ana, recognizing the beauty of this day, asked me to "crank down the window".
1. I don't say that, I say "open the window" or very maybe "roll down the window", but I don't think I've said "roll down the window" in a while. Hard to tell now that I'm thinking about it!
2. To my knowledge, Ana and Evangeline have been in a car with a crank for the window exactly once. It was a momentous occasion.
So I noticed this, commented on it, and resolved to post about it... which I've just done.
At the Y I quickly got Evangeline changed (by this I mean I stood there while Evangeline changed her clothes. I did NOT, like some people, dress her like a doll. I don't know why people do that to their four and five year olds), ran her through the shower, waved to her teacher, and skedaddled. (For some reason, scads of other grown-ups hang around the tiny window at the other end of the pool to watch. Bringing a book seems more sensible to me, I don't know.)
Or I meant to skedaddle (funny looking word), anyway, back to the waiting room where I could make sure Ana finished her homework... but I was too busy staring at the emergency phone.
The emergency phone is red, and it has a red sign next to it with the words "Emergency phone Dial 911" written in white. The words are, swear to god, written over the image of an actual phone dial. Like, for a rotary phone!
In my life, I can recall seeing only ONE rotary phone, and it was nearly obsolete then, but you don't expect NYC public schools to throw out perfectly good phones just because they're old, do you? So my jaw kinda dropped a little and I groped for my own phone to take a pic. Alas, I'd left it with Ana, so that didn't happen, but it will next week! (I may also open the box to see if the phone matches the image, but I don't know, people may not approve of my curiosity.)
