I’m getting behinder and behinder. Last week was rather grueling. AFter spending all day Tuesday and Wednesday trying to get AJ into a school, we took Thursday off so I could show my face at the office, in the interest of not getting fired. Friday, though, we were back at it. And after making a third visit to the Catholic school we wanted in the first place, we met with the principal who pulled some strings and let him in even though he brings his class to one over the cap. We are thrilled. It’s a very good school, relatively inexpensive, four blocks from home, and more or less on my way to the subway to work.
Saturday, we drove out to a neighborhood of Brooklyn we’d never visited and went to Ideal Department Store, which seems to sell all the school uniforms for every kid in Brooklyn. It was an amazing scene, packed with people, mostly African-American. We were treated like visiting royalty, for reasons we had trouble explaining by anything but our race. While most people were elbowing their way thorough the crowded aisles and wrestling to get what they needed, A young man was assigned to us and he ran around the store getting things for us, including screen-printing AJ’s gym uniform, which saved us a good 30 minutes of standing in line. It was miraculous, and also a bit uncomfortable. The store had a great soundtrack (Boogie Fever was stuck in my head all weekend) and was run by West Indians whose accents made me want to melt.
Today the weather finally cooled off. We went to Mass at the gorgeous church affiliated with AJ’s school and really liked the priest who gave the homily. We ran errands and cleaned the apartment in anticipation of the arrival of our furniture tomorrow. No one is quite ready to say it yet, but it is starting to feel like home. We took our evening wine up to the roof where we watched the clouds roll down the river, occasionally obscuring the Statue of Liberty. As the lights went on in Manhattan, we saw that One World Trade Center, which is still under construction, has changed from white lights to blue lights. We are not sure why, but are guessing it has something to do with the 11th anniversary of 9/11 on Tuesday.
Tomorrow morning, we’ll take AJ to his first day of school in his new grey flannel pants and polo shirt with the school logo. We will take pictures, because that is what we do, and walk him to school. And then I will go to my office and Mr. Spy will come back and wait for the movers. It will feel like a Monday. We are starting to get the hang of this.