So I did manage to head out for my walk today. Took a couple of quick pictures... I think I actually need to suck it up and invest in a memory expansion for my phone, since I do seem to take quite a few pics with it... and it would be nice to have to space for more than 5 pictures at a time. Ah well, I'll just have to take the walk again. Quite possibly with the Hatemonger.( Park pics )
It was a nice walk all told. Cold as hell, but that stopped being much of a factor about halfway through, and really the problem wasn't so much the cold as the fact that it was WINDY. That and I was very aware that the park, and the walk around it, was much smaller/shorter than I remembered. Last time I did it, my legs, not to mention the rest of me, were a lot shorter. I was actually surprised when I hit the back of Brooklyn Public Library after not very much walking, since the one time Mom and I walked there, I must have been about seven or eight and the distance felt nigh unto crossing the Arabian desert. (It's like a mile or so.) I'm actually kinda psyched about exploring it further when all of the side paths thaw out a bit - there are some random gothicesque buildings scattered around that I don't remember that I'd like to explore, not to mention photograph. So that's a definite project for later. I may do the loop again tomorrow morning if I get up early enough, as that was a damn good walk - not long enough to completely kill my legs, but long enough to feel a little sore in the hips. About three and a half miles, according to google maps.
On the way I stopped at a pet store to pick up some toys, treats and kitty clippers for Moonbeam. He doesn't seem to like the treats all that much but is quite into the feather on the stick. We'll see how he does with the laser pointer later. And I'm rather grimly impressed that I managed to get his talons clipped down and only got clawed once. Go me.
So I've fired the opening salvo in the quest to fix up the House. While I was washing up the dishes, I pitched the idea of renovating the kitchen to Dad, who of course bellowed and spluttered at the very idea that something was wrong with his kitchen. *chuckle* It's mostly just hot air, as I very practically pointed out that all four starters and indeed one entire burner is out on the stove after he declared that there was nothing wrong with it. Not to mention I am not afraid to resort to some seriously sexist logic to make my point. ("Dad, all due respect, you're a man and therefore don't know your ass from your elbow about this."**) Or peer pressure. Upon mentioning the idea to both Im and Ruthy both of them were all like "OH THANK GOD REALLY???" So the deal is that since Dad doesn't believe I'm serious about coming home, he said that if I did, he'd renovate the kitchen. Heh Heh. Check and mate.
So really all that's left on my agenda for today is starting the cleanup of Mom's room and if at all possible get some work type work done. And think. It was an extremely introspective walk. It's an odd property of this perpetually hectic city, but I have noticed that my head is always much clearer when I'm here, so I'm taking the time to think seriously about things. We'll see if I come to any interesting conclusions.
**ETA: No, I don't actually believe this. I know too many men that are damn talented in a kitchen.