What’s on the iPod: Modern Leper by Frightened Rabbit
What I’m reading: The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson
Had a nice weekend. After a few hours of pondering our approach, we decided to drive to Manhattan (the bus was sold out) and spend the day. The daughter wanted touristy stuff. In all the times we’ve been there, she’s never seen anything beyond museums, rain/snow, and that fantastic Eddie Izzard show. So we headed first to Strand to fill up. I was thrilled to see the changes at Strand book store. We remembered it as dusty, hot, and loaded with books (not the place to visit first if you’re wearing white). Thankfully things are much different. I picked up four new titles.
We then went to Toys R Us in Times Square. She wanted to see the Ferris wheel. We picked up a few gifts there, then headed off to Rockefeller Center. Top of the Rock, which was way too expensive ($21 each – to peer off the side of a building? Seriously?), but the views really were incredible. Then we met up with another in our party (he had a meeting uptown) and went off to St. Andrew’s Pub (thank you, Devon) where we had terrific desserts. Dinner too, but the desserts were spectacular. Ironically, it was right beside the Irish pub we’d visited in April when we were there for the Celtic parade. How’d we miss that?
Yesterday I decided to finish some of these books and start new ones. The Devil in the White City was a terrific tale, start to finish. I’m in awe of research and writing that good. And last night I plowed through another chapter of Death Comes for the Archbishop. Since television sucks right now, it’s easy to pick up a book instead. I will say I was exhausted from the heat on Saturday, which led to a few impromptu naps, and I had to put my book down a few times because I was getting drowsy.
Today, a ton of work. I’m a little unnerved that I have money owed, but no checks. That hasn’t happened in a long time for me. And naturally, it’s happening now because I just paid the IRS some back taxes. I’m squeaking by for the next ten days. And I hate it. Time to rattle a few cages and get these late checks collected.
How was your weekend?