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11-24-2010, 03:30 PM
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This morning I got up all nervous. Not my usual time to be up, since I never get up before 8:00AM, after Jorge gets the kids ready for school. I had my last final in school today. I take my classes on-line but had to take the finals on-campus or hire a proctor, so I go to the school.
Near the school there was this beautiful stand with all sort of pies and that got me thinking how, for the last ten years, I have lived in the country, where people pride on making the best pies. Everyone has the best recipe and actually use it. Better than that, they grow their own pumpkin to make the pie. In NYC everyone prides on knowing where to buy the best pie. Nothing wrong with that; it keep the bakeries in business. I just found it funny.
Went in, took my test, got a 95% and came up with the adrenaline so high I could walk a mile, so I did. First I got a pie for tomorrow, since I didn't grow a pumpkin. I started walking on 54th street and 11th avenue, walked all the way to 8th avenue and then decided to go meet my son after school, since he wanted to go for lunch. I took Central Park West all the way from 54th to 89th street. The city was so beautiful. It was a clear day and there was some special feeling around me. It was also unusually clean and beautiful.
All of a sudden I realize, I am walking the route of the parade tomorrow, just backwards. They were setting barricades and bleachers, cops everywhere, but it felt good. I arrived to 79th street and there are TV trucks, police, closed streets, just crazy. I looked down and they were already filling up the balloons for the parade tomorrow. I stopped to take a pic, but they were all still flat on the ground.
I went on to meet with my son and I brought him back. He is sixteen but was happy as a little kid looking at the balloons. We went for Pizza and then home. I looked at Emi and felt bad he missed it, so I get him ready and off to the train I go again, this time with Emi.
Emmanuel always asks why is it that people in the subway don't talk to each other. It bothers him that in that situation, where you are trapped with a stranger in a subway cart, why not talk. Well, today he changed that. He started talking to the guy next to us and his family, telling them about where he was going and asking other people if they were headed there. They talked about Plattsburgh, about school, and before you know a woman was teaching him how to memorize the times tables. Someone else didn't know the trick and now the two women are talking. He made them laugh and I could not believe that at least twelve people in a subway car are talking to each other and laughing. We were in the middle cart and the sub-conductor came out to see what was going on, and even he stayed out talking. When we got there I was just amazed.
The guy we were talking from start works at the Museum of Natural History and told us that for a period admission was free, so after doing the round and looking at the balloons now mostly filled, we went into the museum and saw the dinosaurs he wanted to see and all the free exhibits. That place is amazing even if you have been there 100 times. We came out, did the round again and came home. This time he was tired and hungry, so I got him an apple and he fell asleep.
I hope I don't spoil your parade tomorrow, but here are some pics we took. Happy Thanksgiving.
Near the school there was this beautiful stand with all sort of pies and that got me thinking how, for the last ten years, I have lived in the country, where people pride on making the best pies. Everyone has the best recipe and actually use it. Better than that, they grow their own pumpkin to make the pie. In NYC everyone prides on knowing where to buy the best pie. Nothing wrong with that; it keep the bakeries in business. I just found it funny.
Went in, took my test, got a 95% and came up with the adrenaline so high I could walk a mile, so I did. First I got a pie for tomorrow, since I didn't grow a pumpkin. I started walking on 54th street and 11th avenue, walked all the way to 8th avenue and then decided to go meet my son after school, since he wanted to go for lunch. I took Central Park West all the way from 54th to 89th street. The city was so beautiful. It was a clear day and there was some special feeling around me. It was also unusually clean and beautiful.
All of a sudden I realize, I am walking the route of the parade tomorrow, just backwards. They were setting barricades and bleachers, cops everywhere, but it felt good. I arrived to 79th street and there are TV trucks, police, closed streets, just crazy. I looked down and they were already filling up the balloons for the parade tomorrow. I stopped to take a pic, but they were all still flat on the ground.
I went on to meet with my son and I brought him back. He is sixteen but was happy as a little kid looking at the balloons. We went for Pizza and then home. I looked at Emi and felt bad he missed it, so I get him ready and off to the train I go again, this time with Emi.
Emmanuel always asks why is it that people in the subway don't talk to each other. It bothers him that in that situation, where you are trapped with a stranger in a subway cart, why not talk. Well, today he changed that. He started talking to the guy next to us and his family, telling them about where he was going and asking other people if they were headed there. They talked about Plattsburgh, about school, and before you know a woman was teaching him how to memorize the times tables. Someone else didn't know the trick and now the two women are talking. He made them laugh and I could not believe that at least twelve people in a subway car are talking to each other and laughing. We were in the middle cart and the sub-conductor came out to see what was going on, and even he stayed out talking. When we got there I was just amazed.
The guy we were talking from start works at the Museum of Natural History and told us that for a period admission was free, so after doing the round and looking at the balloons now mostly filled, we went into the museum and saw the dinosaurs he wanted to see and all the free exhibits. That place is amazing even if you have been there 100 times. We came out, did the round again and came home. This time he was tired and hungry, so I got him an apple and he fell asleep.
I hope I don't spoil your parade tomorrow, but here are some pics we took. Happy Thanksgiving.
Great pic of Spiderman
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Not sure who this is, some new character
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Kung fu Panda, new this year
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The energizer bunny running out of charge. Notice the person going inside the drumm
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Smurff
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Pikachu not quite filled
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Ornament
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Kool Aid guy
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Kermit the frog Kissing the ground
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The top of Snoopy's head
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My favorite turtle at the museum. What says Thanksgiving more than a pre-historic turtle? Priceless!
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