Carrie is flying to Milwaukee from La Guardia at 8pm tonight--Sam and I will drive her and have decided to spend the night in the city. Much discussion of how long it will take.
Spoiled by living minutes from LAX--and having been surprised too often by New York traffic (drive time is incredibly flexible--a half hour trip can take and hour and a half. ten minutes can expand to an hour, or--the trip you allot an hour for can take twenty minutes. You never know. Dave Grommell, retired engineer comes by to fish. He's fished here for years. Was a friend of hank pittenger--who worked for my father---
the lake is public--but the public does not have permission (unless I specifically grant it--to drive down our road to the lake). Dave had come by two weeks ago, introduced himself--and I told him he was welcome to fish whenever.
This time, he asked if I would like him to come with his sit down mower to tackle the fields around the house that have outgrown the capabilities of my lawn mower (you will eventually be able to read about that in my as-yet-unposted report of June 18, 2010).
Others have made the same offer--somehow guys looking at the wildly growing vegetation around the house can't resist offering to mow it down--but it hasn't happened yet--so we shall see.
As I chatted with Dave, and Carrie and Sam packed up, George continued fixing the old doors--finding panels of screens, smooth and sanding all the warped and swelling edges fo everything fit snugly. Already the number of bugs in the house are markedly diminished--next week the new windows will be installed. It does feel like things are moving along.
Logan came again with his chain saw--he's removing trees between the house and the lake--guaranteeing we'll have our lake view for a while. George keeps muttering about the old dying willows--but we will have to wait for a bolt of lightning to get rid of them. In the meantime, from the backyard, we now have a lovely view of lake and swans (though yesterday, while he and Gabrielle were out in his boat, Logan noted that one of the adult swans had died--it was floating dead in the water. It's gone today--so our view just includes one parent (mother or father, we cannot tell) and the two teen-age cygnets.
After dropping Carrie at LaGuardia (it just took an hour and a half to get there), Sam and I found an excellent parking place on Chrystie Street on the lower east. There were cops everywhere. I thought they were there to give tickets to anyone causing gridlock--but it turned out that Obama was going to be driving through momentarily--en route from his lunch in Edison New Jersey to Anna Wintour's on Thompson street. We did not attend either event, which is fine--but we're especially happy we didn't get stuck in any traffic.
We had dinner with Sam's friends, Jon and Noah in Chinatown--the boys then continued their cavorting and I returned to Jackie and Andre's.
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