Summer, as defined by school schedules, is starting to wind-down in the Upper Perogie Belt. As usual, we had a list of things we wanted to do while Toney and the boys had free time, and accomplished, well, a few of them.
To that end, we’re planning to spend the day in New York City on Friday. No specific purpose, we’re just going to submerge ourselves in the energy of the place. We do want to have lunch at a certain Chinese restaurant, but other than that… we’re just gonna see what happens.
And two weeks later, on another Friday, we’re going to return to Knoebels for the last hurrah. Somehow we’ve established an unwritten contract with the Secrets, whereby we’re required to visit Knoebels no fewer than two times each summer. And they’re threatening legal action.
We didn’t make it to my parents’ house in West Virginia. That’ll have to be pushed-back to Thanksgiving.
And we didn’t go to Philadelphia, yet again. Every summer we say we’re going to do all the historic stuff, like Independence Hall, etc. And every summer it doesn’t happen.
It’s because Philadelphia is a big hassle, I think. Spending a day there always seems like a good idea in the abstract, but when it gets down to actually doing it… nobody wants to deal with the aggravation. The insane traffic, the narrow one-way streets, paying some ex-con with a lazy-eye thirty dollars to park… It’s an easy thing to put off “until next time.”
You’d think NYC would be crazier, but it isn’t. We go to a park ‘n’ ride in New Jersey, and take a commuter bus to Port Authority, near Times Square. It’s simple, painless, and cheap. And those are three things I can get behind.
What about you guys? Any last-minute Hail Mary scrambles, before the indoctrination centers reopen?
And speaking of school… Toney reminded me of something that shocked us, simply shocked us, when we first moved here.
Every August the newspaper used to publish a school bus schedule, for every nearby district. They identified the exact location of every bus stop, the times buses would pick-up and drop-off – and the names and ages of every kid who would be using them.
They don’t do it anymore, and I should hope not. I hate to be the paranoid type, but it seemed like they were essentially handing pedophiles a menu.
“Let’s see… Today, I think I’ll go with a… Tyler. Yes, I believe I’ll try a Tyler!”
What do you think about that? If they’d been doing it while my kids were in school, I would’ve raised nine different hues of hell. Am I overreacting, and getting all Oprah-ed up? Or do you agree?
Even though “summer” is almost over, there’s still plenty of life left in summer. It’s going to be hot and humid, and underwear-windingly nasty for a couple more months. And I think my car air conditioner is losing the will to live.
I’ve noticed it taking a lot longer to cool-off recently, and can see dollar bills flying out of a wallet when I close my eyes. Yes, the thought of taking my car to the shop for an air conditioner “servicing” scares me. But I ain’t driving around with no A/C, dammit. That simply won’t do.
I’ve been hoping I can put it off until next summer, though. Everything still works, just not as well as it should. But I had a scare over the weekend. I was going to the grocery store, to pick up a can of beans (for Beans), and the A/C was nothing but a glorified fan. It was blowing air exactly the same temperature as the outside world.
I told Toney about it, and we made plans to bite the bullet and take it to the shop on my next day-off. But, it turned out to be a false alarm. Care to guess the problem? Yes, that’s correct, the air conditioner hadn’t completely shit the bed, it was turned off.
But please allow me to explain… I never turn it off, even in the dead of winter; I just adjust the temperature as needed. So it didn’t even occur to me to check it. Toney, however, had taken my car somewhere the day before, and she hits that A/C button like she’s playing a video game. It makes me crazy; she just can’t leave it alone: off, on, off, on… STOP, PLEASE STOP!
So, she’d been playing with it, and left it off. And I was about to take it to a repair shop, as a result. Man, talk about bending myself over a couch… Those guys would’ve gone wild on my ass.
“Hey Charlie, get this. That asshole out there thinks his air conditioner is broken, but it’s really just off. You want a piece of this action?”
So there you go: a summer-themed extravaganza for a Tuesday afternoon. What do you think of these shorter, but more frequent updates? Let me know. I’m still getting used to our new reality here, and appreciate your input.
I’ll see ya next time.