And Part Two
Most of the time, the daily routines of young motherhood are fairly repetitive. There are sippy cups to fill, diapers to change, meals to cook and clean up after, squabbles to dissolve. Now and again, things happen to shake it up. The family's Papa has finals at night school. The Mommy takes a side job tutoring. Something major breaks, or gets lost. Things are worried over, and after deliberation and action, things get back to normal.
I tend to get excited by things related to Queens. When RaggedyDad refers to The Midtown Tunnel, I automatically jump in, "That's the QUEENS-Midtown Tunnel!" When you grow up in one of the outer boroughs, so much of the action is in Manhattan, and so much time and effort expended to get to "where it's at". Rarely is Queens "where it's at" unless what you're interested in is the Mets, the Unisphere, or confusing sequencing of avenues and roads.
So when I heard that there was a local situation (finally, Facebook is useful for more than finding out what my old camp friends do for a living, or having virtual pancakes thrown at my head), I felt energized, hyped even. A friend. A lost phone and set of keys. A beaurocratic situation. Isolation. Transportation issues. Espionage. Treason. And it was all IN QUEENS!
Gevalt!Never mind that if I lost my cell phone (I actually did recently, and it was kind of liberating) my first instinct would be to feel relieved that nobody could bother me for a little while, and to go take a nap. Not everyone shares my misanthropic bent. Young Fudge was distraught. She was marooned. She was staying about 10 minutes from here. Plus, in some convoluted way, we are marginally possibly related.
Fudge was concerned that potential helpers would be deterred by their desire to for a "New Year's sleep-in" but, in fact, the young Raggedy children pay no mind to things like weekends and vacation days, and, like most small children, are very much awake at a very early hour. Particularly Little Rag, who doesn't really bother to do that much sleeping during the night altogether.
Phone calls were made, plans were discussed, and all parties went to bed with a tentative hope for a quick resolution.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
6 comments:
"or having virtual pancakes thrown at my head..."
raggedymom, you have written the epitaph of facebook here in this blog.
i feel like i am getting a behind-the-scenes look...like 'the making of'...but now perhaps it's time for part 4: 'Putting Ezzie Out of His Misery.'
Ooo - does this mean Raggedy Mom saves the day? Will we hear the end before Shabbos?
One of my favorite places in the world is the Queens Museum.
BTW, not to complain, but um, the average Fudge installment is like 9 or 10 screen scrolls.
Yeah, but Fudge doesn't have three kids.
The Queens Museum - they have that really cool Panorama of the City of New York. That place is great.
Don't you people enjoy the thrill of stretching out those last few pages of a good book? ;)
Besides, brevity is the soul of spit-up.
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