Our Day...
Sep. 15th, 2005 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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We left early, with Jenn and my mom. Mommy's idea of sticking Ana's hair in a bun worked wonders. She couldn't pull out any of her hair things that way, and it didn't frizz up much either. Plus, it was neat and off her face, which is the big concern.
While my mom was doing Ana's hair (on the boat), Ana had started fussing, so I took her "monkey" (not really, but she calls it that) and pretended to brush its hair. And this doll (monkey) didn't like that, so I'd jerk it around a bit. And then I made it hit me, which prompted Ana to have a long talk with it (whispering) until "it" said sorry and gave me a kiss.
So, since we were so early in Manhattan, I dropped by the Borders. Thud is out.... I squealed. Honestly. I'll go there later today and read the book.
To get to the artpark, we went by Stuy. The first time I tried this, I actually got all nervous like I used to when going there - heart hurting, stomach hurting, not wanting to go on. This time I was fine. Ana keeps wanting to go *in* Stuy, but, of course, she's too little. Anyway, anyway, anyway as we're heading across the bridge, I look up to the roof, and there's a *shoe* up there, halfway across. Now, those of you who've been on that bridge know it's huge. I'd forgotten how many damn steps there where! And it spans all of West Street, so it's long, too. So it's not like it could've been thrown from a window inside Stuyvessant. There's also no way to walk along the outside of the bridge, and the entire length of the bridge is completely fenced in, with glass or tiny grilles, because people wisely remembered that Stuy kids do sometimes do stupid things (and believe me, suiciding yourself by jumping the bridge into traffic *would* be stupid. Because of stupid things like that, nobody's allowed on the 5th floor area outside the cafeteria) and took that into account when building.
So... how did the shoe get there?
Last week, the bridge was papered with signs to wish somebody a happy birthday. It made me smile, that people keep doing that, putting signs up saying "wish so-and-so a happy birthday!" in a school where likely only the people who put the signs up know so-and-so. It's quite a *large* school. I never realized until I walked outside of it just how massive it is.
So, we're walking to the park, and I pass a classroom - now, to tangent a little, I never *did* figure out how the inside of the building matched up with the outside and which windows went with which classrooms, so this was interesting - and I recognized it. Why, that's where I took music history with crazy Ms. Hall (who really was a bit nuts)! And the next room... why, yes, that was the orchestra! Which meant that this room must be the supply closet (it was!) and this last room... had the shades down, but I'm certain that it was where I took music history the first time and slept through class. The building now, finally, begins to make sense.
And then at the park, we were early for the program, so we played in the playground. GOD THAT PLAYGROUND ROCKS. It's got slides, it's got sand, it's got sprinklers that *you* control, it's got huge hammock like things a story above the ground, it's got a merry-go-round you pedal, it's great. Ana loved it. Hell, *I* loved it. Once we've worked our way through Central Park's playgrounds, we'll have to add more of them to our repetoire - five months really isn't that long out of the year.
Ana was good, but boring, today. Nothing interesting happened. I must begin a list of playgrounds outside Central Park to go to.... Oh dear. This *is* going to take a while, isn't it? Well, I have time. I have lots and lots of time.
Yes, I know this entry is boring. Hush it.
While my mom was doing Ana's hair (on the boat), Ana had started fussing, so I took her "monkey" (not really, but she calls it that) and pretended to brush its hair. And this doll (monkey) didn't like that, so I'd jerk it around a bit. And then I made it hit me, which prompted Ana to have a long talk with it (whispering) until "it" said sorry and gave me a kiss.
So, since we were so early in Manhattan, I dropped by the Borders. Thud is out.... I squealed. Honestly. I'll go there later today and read the book.
To get to the artpark, we went by Stuy. The first time I tried this, I actually got all nervous like I used to when going there - heart hurting, stomach hurting, not wanting to go on. This time I was fine. Ana keeps wanting to go *in* Stuy, but, of course, she's too little. Anyway, anyway, anyway as we're heading across the bridge, I look up to the roof, and there's a *shoe* up there, halfway across. Now, those of you who've been on that bridge know it's huge. I'd forgotten how many damn steps there where! And it spans all of West Street, so it's long, too. So it's not like it could've been thrown from a window inside Stuyvessant. There's also no way to walk along the outside of the bridge, and the entire length of the bridge is completely fenced in, with glass or tiny grilles, because people wisely remembered that Stuy kids do sometimes do stupid things (and believe me, suiciding yourself by jumping the bridge into traffic *would* be stupid. Because of stupid things like that, nobody's allowed on the 5th floor area outside the cafeteria) and took that into account when building.
So... how did the shoe get there?
Last week, the bridge was papered with signs to wish somebody a happy birthday. It made me smile, that people keep doing that, putting signs up saying "wish so-and-so a happy birthday!" in a school where likely only the people who put the signs up know so-and-so. It's quite a *large* school. I never realized until I walked outside of it just how massive it is.
So, we're walking to the park, and I pass a classroom - now, to tangent a little, I never *did* figure out how the inside of the building matched up with the outside and which windows went with which classrooms, so this was interesting - and I recognized it. Why, that's where I took music history with crazy Ms. Hall (who really was a bit nuts)! And the next room... why, yes, that was the orchestra! Which meant that this room must be the supply closet (it was!) and this last room... had the shades down, but I'm certain that it was where I took music history the first time and slept through class. The building now, finally, begins to make sense.
And then at the park, we were early for the program, so we played in the playground. GOD THAT PLAYGROUND ROCKS. It's got slides, it's got sand, it's got sprinklers that *you* control, it's got huge hammock like things a story above the ground, it's got a merry-go-round you pedal, it's great. Ana loved it. Hell, *I* loved it. Once we've worked our way through Central Park's playgrounds, we'll have to add more of them to our repetoire - five months really isn't that long out of the year.
Ana was good, but boring, today. Nothing interesting happened. I must begin a list of playgrounds outside Central Park to go to.... Oh dear. This *is* going to take a while, isn't it? Well, I have time. I have lots and lots of time.
Yes, I know this entry is boring. Hush it.
