Well, it turns out upstate isn’t quite so bad.
Every morning we wake up and drink our coffee on the porch and look at the mountains. We do it every evening too, only with wine and not coffee. There are lots of wineries up here and one is even down the street from the house. Don’t tell anyone, but mostly we just drink the stuff out of the box. I can’t tell the difference anyway. Mr. Rizzuto calls it my maintainance box.
My new house is on about an acre of land, some of it is in actual woods. Mr. Rizzuto is out there now, he says if he doesn’t come back in about an hour it means a bear got him and I should carry on without him. And there are bears for shizz, there have been confirmed sightings in a nearby town. Apparently there was a bear just chilling downtown one day. I think I’d feel less weirded out if I ran into one of Joders’ kangaroos. Maybe not.
The kids seem to really like it here. I’ve already got Dante enrolled in school, drama, improv and (gasp) soccer. Yes, I am soon to be a bona fide soccer mom, and I haven’t even fallen into a deep depression yet. I still have to find an activity for Janey. Beastie that she is, I have to find a way for her to channel her energy. Unfortunately she’s had a bit of the terrible twos lately so there are already a couple of places around town where I dare not show my face again. Three places, now that I think about it. Anyway, there’s a gymnastics school nearby that takes kids as young as 12 months so maybe I’ll make her their problem for a couple of days a week.
You know what I did a few weeks back? Something I never imagined. I went to a drive-in movie. I must say, it was awesome. It only cost $16 for the whole family. In NYC we would have paid that much for popcorn alone, no joke. I think I only paid $3 for popcorn. They even threw in free balloons for the churdren. During intermission (yep, we saw TWO movies!) they played real live 50’s music on the radio and showed the commercials that were supposed to have subliminal messages that sent you running to the snack bar. I don’t really get that though because the commercials were all about the snack bar anyway. The best part was that since were weren’t in an actual theater the kids could bounce around as much as they wanted and we could tell them to shut their cake-holes without anyone giving us the stink eye. I hearted the drive-in movie! I wonder why they don’t really have them anymore.
It isn’t all dorkage here though. The town of (name withheld) is really liberal and green and what not. Tomorrow I’m going to a party to watch Barack Obama’s speech. We’re all going as a matter of fact, so pray that Janey isn’t a closet Republican otherwise we could end up getting run out of town altogether.
OK, this post was a little longer than I thought. See, I told you my life was boring. I can’t go around stalking Orly all the time though, now can I? Remind me next time to tell you about the Blair Witch, our Simpsons collection and poor old Puppy Rizzuto