Parks & Kitchens

Tristan began a class at Kite's Nest today.  I was concerned that we'd have a hard time getting involved with other homeschool families in New York as the regulations are so different from those of Iowa, but my fears are allayed as of this morning.  The kids that showed up for Tony Kieraldo's RE-SOUND class seemed just as spirited and friendly as Tristan and their parents were likewise very kind and welcoming.  It was such a relief.

I continue to unpack and struggle to find a place for everything.  I wrestled with our new electric piano this morning and await my dear friend (and broker, and landlord [yes, really]) to assist me in completing the assemblage.  I'm also trying to find the patience and compassion to cope with the kids upstairs and their incessant noise.  Learning (or re-learning in my case) the courtesies involved with apartment-living isn't easy.  There must be some middle ground.  But I feel like I couldn't be further away from it right now.

We are right across the street from a little park in the middle of Hudson.  I laid in bed for hours last night watching dogs poop there.  And watching their owners actually pick up the poop.  IS THIS HEAVEN OR WHAT?!?!!

For other views of my apartment feel free to Google "boxes" and "clutter" and "partially assembled electric piano".  Enjoy!