How many of these did I write up and then forget to post?
Well, this one was written after the weekend of 10/11-10/13 of this year, so that’s the weekend I’m referring to.
I went to NYC this weekend!
And I got sick.
I also got lost!
Okay, let’s start at the beginning.
I have been to NYC once before in my life, and that time, the marvelous B (from Brasilia) very nearly literally held my hand through the whole thing.
Yes, I grew up in upstate*/North Coast**/above-thruway NY State, but I grew up on my grandfather’s farm, in an area that I have to describe as outside of Churchville*** to be most accurate in location. Continue reading
Ahem. This posted yesterday. Really.
The mall’s words echoed in Abseil’s head.
She made sure she had ‘her’ Livs next to her, checked again, and then asked, trying to keep her voice low but not trying to be sneaky, a line she had never been all that good at walking, “all right. It’s time; we can go home. What do you want to do?”
“Go home,” Liv answered promptly, and then, a moment later, “she said we could come back, yeah? I’m pretty sure that’s what she said. The mall,” she added,” gesturing upwards.
Abseil had been thinking of the mall as “it”, but, upon consideration, found that she liked “she.” “That’s the impression I got, too.”
“Then I want to go home. Back to — back to normalcy. I mean, as much as it can be.”
“Olly? ‘Via?” Continue reading