We've been in the new apartment full time for over a month now.
"But Jeff, weren't you supposed to move in January?"
Yes. Behold the joy of real estate in New York, where the lawyer's office was closed for months due to Hurricane Sandy, and that wasn't the main problem. But let's not bother with the details. It's over now. Stop living in the past.
We still have lots of work to do cleaning out the old apartment. The biggest challenge is removing the wall to wall, floor to ceiling bookshelves, and finding space for all that they had accumulated - so many toys shall be boxed :(
The child is 19 months old now. He is saying things like "Oh no!", "Nooooooooooo!" (that's the overly dramatic, Darth Vader just learned of Padme's death Noooooo), "Meow meow", and random babbling. He is glued to PBS every morning, and utterly fascinated by anything with wheels. He is always playing with a Hot Wheels Batmobile.
That is, of course, when he's not playing in the oven, or climbing the book cases, or running back and forth screaming with glee, or utterly refusing to eat his favorite foods, or torturing the cat, etc., etc.
Let's see, what else...
Dad lost his job a couple months ago for bullshit reasons...
Mom came down and spent the night on Wednesday. Two of my aunts were coming down to see the city again, and they invited her along. The child was terrified of her at first, because it's only the second time he's seen her. But she did bring him the Batmobiles from upstate, so he was happy.
Overall, still exhausted as fuck. I put the child to bed, pass out, wake up three hours later to clean up, go back to sleep, wake up two hours later for the rest of the day.
Every once in a while, I get the urge (but not the energy or idea) to draw or write.
And finally, a request: Please please please fill my inbox with whatever you are working on. Sketches, photos, pages, music, scripts, whatever. Thanks.
