N and I are leaving our home of 10+ years tomorrow to travel to our home base in Tokyo before we start our RTW travels. I’ve been feeling a conflicted jumble of emotions during my last week here with the people we love. It’s been great, guys. Thanks.
The unseasonably warm 80 degrees yesterday got me thinking about the fast-approaching summer. Every sweltering weekend, hundreds if not thousands of New Yorkers escape the stagnant heat in the city and head for many of the local beaches in the area. Non-locals don’t know that there are a number of decent beaches within training/driving distance of New York City proper.
I’m a big fan of national parks. I think it’s wonderful that our hard earned tax dollars are spent on preserving and maintaining the beautiful natural resources that we’ve been blessed with in this country. According to the National Park Service website, there are currently 58 National Parks in America. In 2012, there were over 270 million visitors to the national parks. We were two of those two hundred and seventy odd million visitors.
Antiquing is surprisingly fun and it’s pretty awesome in Maine since there aren’t a bunch of New Yorkers picking through everything. We spent the day antiquing since it was rainy and overcast and I prefer not to hike in the rain. We found some awesome Pyrex and Fire-King dishware. They just don’t make stuff like this anymore. Now I feel old.
Recommended antique stores:
Big Chicken Barn
1768 Bucksport Road
Ellsworth, ME 04605
107 Main Street
Ellsworth, ME 04605
Country Store Antiques
410 Bar Harbor Road
Trenton, ME 04605
I am now 3 weeks post-ACL-op and the question that I’ve been pondering on and off since the surgery is whether I plan to ski again in the future. It’s hardly worth thinking about now since summer is almost here and we won’t see a lick of snow for at least 7 months, or if next winter is anything like this past winter then we won’t see a snowflake for another 8-9 months. Whatever. I like to think about shit like this when I’m eating ice cream and watching The Amazing Race.
This past weekend I went to visit my darling little nephew in Pennsylvania. He learned to say our names recently so I had to reward the milestone with a personal visit. KS couldn’t join because she hates children.
When my family first came to America, we landed (by plane, not boat) in Falls Church, VA with the rest of the East Coast Vietnamese population. I don’t remember much of my time in Virginia but I have pictures of us in front of all of the most notable monuments. I do recall being surrounded by Vietnamese people and some Christian Caucasians who tried desperately to save our souls. I played one of the three wise men in the Nativity play. Good times, good times.
We are lucky enough to live 2 blocks from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and I am lucky enough to work from home whenever I feel like it. On those days that I’m “working” from home and not on back-to-back conference calls, I take some time to wander over to the BBG. It’s a great place to walk around without having to watch where I’m stepping to avoid dog poo. People in NYC, especially Brooklyn, seem to think that their puppy poo gets up and walks itself to the trash can after they leave it sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. I digress. That’s another post for another day. Anyway, back to the garden.
Storm King Art Center is a must see in the New York area. It’s about 1 hour north of NYC by car and a perfect day-trip for anyone who enjoys art and wants to get away from the city. They have bike rentals which is a great way to get around this massive art center and you can also bring your own food and have a nice picnic while admiring the awesome artwork. Storm King is only open from the beginning of April until the end of November because of the weather but it would be pretty cool to see it in the winter with a fresh coat of snow. We went in the summer and it was stinking hot but still worth it. They have trams that pick up lazy people like us.
Kayaking is a sport that almost anyone can get into. Now, I’m not talking about those extreme kayakers that expertly manipulate their kayaks like another body part, thrashing around in speeding rapids or barreling down waterfalls. No, I’m talking about kayaking on mostly calm waters, paddling in the same direction as the current, and having someone else lug the kayak to and from your start and end points. That’s my kind of kayaking.