day 108

good day, a very good day.

Started off not so promising, light rain. SHIT. No golf. But...check the pc, check the weather, google some info...and......off to the mean, wicked, ugly city. YAY!!!!

Stoney and dad off to NYC. What to do, what to do??? The Pond!!! We went skating. In Bryant Park, where they have the summer concerts for GMA, they put up a rink every year, surrounded by kiosks vending crap you don't really want/but looks way cool. He did well, only fell once. Couldn't find my skates under all the crap in the garage, but rented a pair, dull blades, but whatthehell. It worked. We had fun. Then, off to catch a flick. Precious. WOW. We went to the AMC 25, where, considering the movie this shouldn't have been a surprise, there were more B.P.S.I. (black per square inch) than we'd ever seen.

Jumped on the 3:55, home by 4:30. Gave Stoney his meds (still has a bit of a cold), then off to the Y. Core Training. With the gimpy leg, HADDA do something. Felt good. Stopped by Subway, got Stoney his usual, home by 8.

A wonderful day indeed. Now the nagging question: why can't Shebitch do this sorta crap with Stoney? Whether It's in house or M.I.A., it all falls on me. THAT is tough, having to do everythint from soup to nuts. But well worth it.