I gotta tell you, in all honesty, NJ is not my choice of “home,” but now that I’ve lived here longer than I’ve lived anywhere else in my life, I really can’t deny it any longer. For better or worse,
Sopranoland suburban NJ is my home, and well, I’m enough of an optimist that when presented with lemons, I make lemonade.
This week’s lemonade was made with tons of help from Thing 3.
First off was a trip on Wednesday to Broadway to see
As always in my life, there was a bit of drama surrounding this trip. Originally Thing 3 and I had invited Cousin 1 of the Hong Kong tribe to go to the show as part of a belated joint birthday outing. (Thing 3 and Cousin 1 are born on April 15 and April 12, a year apart). Unfortunately, once in the US Cousin 1 had other obligations, and we were left holding a extra ticket. Not so unfortunately, Thing 3 has a cadre of pals and it was easy enough to find a stand-in for Cousin 1.
Thing 3 has yet to read Matilda, so I was uncertain as to how she’d enjoy the show. Thing 2 is my Edward Gorey/Roald Dahl/Shel Silverstein noir child. Thing 3 is my sugar, spice, all things nice child. But, the live stage has power. As do front row seats.
Matilda was fantastic. Thing 3 and her buddy were troopers as the play ran long and we didn’t get home til after midnight!
But one good night’s sleep and Thing 3 was ready and rarin’ to go for a Thursday night outing to the Newark Bears minor league baseball game.
This was an outing with coworkers, and a lot of fun, albeit a bit chilly. Thing 3 isn’t smirking. That’s her homemade crushed cherries/limeade smile that apparently is semi-permanent (thank you Whole Foods recipe and the $37 worth of Whole Food cherries now sitting in my fridge for that).
Tomorrow Thing 3 and I head up to Grandma’s for the first part of her journey to her 2nd sleep-away camp of the summer. She’ll be gone for 2 weeks, and I’ll totally miss having her as my partner in crime. Or rather, lemonade-making.