Outside my window, the din is a cross between thunderstorm and battle. Somewhere close by, but probably further away than it sounds, fireworks! But wait -- tonight is July 2nd. What??? Good grief - I will have to endure this racket for several nights running. Each town seems to have a different schedule, I have no idea why. It used to be that the fireworks were the night of July 4th, after the barbecues and the parades and all that other stuff people do on this holiday. But NOW - July 4th is on July 2nd and 3rd. Why not?? George Washington's birthday is on whatever Monday is convenient for the banks.
My grandson David (#42 on both his head and his uniform) hit a home run today and I was there to see it. Umpteen sets of parents had to cancel their plans to go down the shore for the weekend because the little league travel teams chose to hold their tournaments today and tomorrow. It was HOT at the field, but Jeremy provided me with a very large bloody mary and plenty of ice, which certainly made the afternoon even more enjoyable.
Since I had no idea where this ball field was, I decided to actually USE the GPS I had bought a few weeks ago.
First, it took me 1/2 hour to program the damn thing. Then, while I was driving, it froze and not only did the voice stop, the screen did not respond to my touch. So I had to stop the car and shut the thing off and on and put in the address stuff all over again.
Since I was familiar with a good part of the route, I was very annoyed when the Lady told me to go a different way that made no sense. I ignored her and she gave in and recalculated. I didn't need her for most of the trip but she got me there at the end, where I would not have known where to turn. And she did give me a better exit off the Garden State Parkway than my iPhone would have given me. I think. Who knows?
As annoying as she is, she does provide some opportunity for conversation.
She: turn right at X Street.
Me: WHY?? She: recalculating. Me: good!. She: turn left at Y street. Me: "WHAT?? Are you kidding?"
She: (silence) Me: are you going to recalculate?" She: recalculating. Me: what took you so long?
And so on. On the way home I deliberately ignored her and took a random route and had no idea where I was. She got me home, so she passed the test. And I had somebody to talk to.
Thursday, I went to New York to have lunch with Marty's favorite client who lives on Riverside Drive. This is the view from one of her windows.
We had a delicious home cooked Indian lunch and a delightful afternoon. All the years, she used to call Marty at home and I always answered the phone but she and I had never met although she and Marty had met a few times. She was his client for 35 years - and now, finally, it was like seeing an old friend.
This is the bridge from the street vantage point: you can see Martha just below George.
Enough of a travelogue. All that sun wore me out and I am done in. Since the commotion has stopped outside, I can probably go to sleep. Enjoy your weekend - I shall enjoy mine, since I am seeing my children.