I mentioned in one of my New York posts last week that my daughter lives in a third-floor walk-up apartment and that the climb up those stairs several times a day was killing me. Well, I was sorely mistaken. It’s actually a fourth-floor walk up. Plus there’s the stoop. It’s only equivalent to four steps, but still . . . it all adds up to 51 steps from the sidewalk to their door, and the higher you go in that stairwell, the hotter it gets! Add another 17 steps, and you can go on the roof, which we did.
From that rooftop, though, you can see the view above. It was a hazy day when we finally managed to muster the energy to push up those last 17 steps, but this view to the west showed not only the Brooklyn skyline, but a bit of Manhattan beyond it. That’s the famed Empire State Building emerging from the mists that you see there.
Turns out it was hot back in the Midwest while we were away. I’m told it never broke into the triple digits in Kansas City, but it certainly flirted with the idea. Aside from the occasional smattering of rain, our stay in New York was pleasant, with temps barely inching into the 80s and a cool breeze blowing constantly. I understand that it is now a bit hotter there, but coincidentally, the hot temps of June in the Midwest seem to have given way to more seasonal and moderate weather, just in time for our return. Nice. (With any luck, we’re down at Roundrock as you’re reading this. With a bit more luck, we’re swimming in our lake for the first time this season.)
Today is the deadline for the next edition of the Festival of the Trees, being hosted at the beginning of its fourth year at TGAW. Send your links to vicky (at) tgaw (dot) com by the end of the day.
Plenty of folks have stepped up over the years to host the Festival. You can see a complete list over at the coordinating blog site, and I’d love to add your blog to this wall of heroes. If you’re interested in being a host, just let me or Dave know.
Down the block from my daughter’s apartment is the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Company. I encourage you to visit that site and poke around until you uncover the real super power they deal in! Let me know what you think.
I know you have been wondering how Crusher is doing now that he’s a New Yorker. He seems to have taken well to apartment living. He still has all of the energy he had back in his Oregon puppyhood, but even a four-room apartment is plenty of space for the little guy. Here he is in a more relaxed moment:
- Dog-day cicadas begin to sing.