I am on the third day of a whole three days with my boys. The whole holiday weekend, with no plans. No work to do (aside from housework), nowhere to be (except for church on Sunday morning).
It's been really nice. I basically let them set the agenda, so we've watched our favorite movie (The Fantastic Mr. Fox) another couple of times, and had yet another time-sucking mishap on the subway on the way down to church, and have made some curtains and brownies, and talked about kombucha and checked on the (frankly terrifying) progress of the kombucha I'm making.
But. I feel kind of trapped here, with no outside space that isn't the public park. And once again I wish I had a car.
I could have rented one, I suppose, to get out of the city overnight or even for the day. But we're going to visit my brother and sister at the end of the week, and I'm renting a car for that, so twice in once week is financially excessive. (Especially since I'm still paying off the lifesaving catheter procedure for Alex the cat.)
I hear people say all the time "I'm so glad I don't have a car," but I'll never be there. I think being raised in the Midwest, where we just hopped in the car and went wherever we wanted, has spoiled me for living anyplace I'm beholden to public transportation.
I know I'm supposed to like the work trips I take that don't require renting a car, but secretly I adore having a car, even for a day or two or three and being able to control when and how I go, and where I park, and the detours I can take and what I bring with me.
And now I'm signing off, so we can pay the Cars driving game on the Wii.