windex_originalAustin and I were away this weekend and when we returned late this afternoon, I walked inside and sensed there was something…different. I walked into my kitchen and things seemed somehow brighter. I walked into my bedroom and things seemed somehow cleaner. Our fabulous views were that much more fabulous — it was like the Empire State Building was right next to us. And without being told I knew my husband had released us from the grime that had been weighing us down. Windex had wiped away the gloomy residue of a rainy, rainy spring and early summer. Free at last! The windows had been washed and it made me feel so much better. When they’re dirty I don’t think you can appreciate how much it obscures looking out across the sky, but once they’re clean you know what you’ve been missing. I told Ken he should do it twice a year; he shot me a look. You know the one — that, “Oh yeah like I have so much time to clean the windows” one. So we’ll see…

If you haven’t cleaned your windows in a while, I wholly recommend grabbing a bottle of Windex (the old-fashioned blue kind seems to work best) and setting aside an hour or so to wash your windows. It really makes a huge difference. And if you can get your spouse to do it, all the better…

Angela’s Ashes lives on

I was sad to hear that the author Frank McCourt died. I had the honor of interviewing him a few years ago when he was coming to talk at my company. We spoke some about his memoir (which, if you haven’t read Angela’s Ashes, is a great book) and being an immigrant here, but the bulk of our conversation was about his over 20 years teaching English at Stuyvesant High School here in New York City. I could tell he was such a committed and inspiring teacher, and because you really only get the best and the brightest at Stuyvesant, he truly loved challenging the kids there. So incredible that he touched so many people through his books and through his teaching. He will be missed.

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Austin and I Amtrakked it on down to Wheaton Park for the annual Noshfest family reunion. I have to say, I was not looking forward to shlepping down there but the park was fantastic for the kids. There was a carousel and a train along with several different playgrounds. I thought it was going to be hot and humid but it was a perfect day — no humidity, sun and just enough warmth (low 80s). Austin enjoyed seeing and hanging out with his cousins. For dinner we hit the Lebanese Taverna in Silver Spring. The food was very good, particularly the hummos. It was good for a large group because there’s lots of room to spread out. This morning we tried to go swimming but the pool at our hotel didn’t open til 10 (boo!) so we took Austin into DC to see the White House. I’m not sure what short-circuited in my 5 year old but the view of the flowers and fountain at the back of Barack’s house caused him to go into meltdown mode. So I quickly ushered him out of the crowded “locked down” zone around the place, in tears, as tourists from around the world stared. When I asked him later on why he had freaked out, he said he had wanted to go inside the White House. Oh brother.

So we headed to brunch at our cousins Elaine and Phil’s house, said our goodbyes and then caught the train back. Somehow we ended up in the quiet car. Ha ha!! That’s funny…

Then we met up with Austin’s buddies Sabrina and Chloe at Bleecker Park, their dad Randall showed up with a huge hard cast and told me how he broke his wrist sliding into second (ouch!), and then it was blackened catfish at Cowgirl for dinner where I almost punched a lady at the next table who kept giving us dirty looks every time Addison coughed and then said to her friend, “That baby keeps choking!” and made a face as if we, the stupid parents, weren’t doing anything about it. “She’s not choking, she has a cough!” I barked back, equally irritated by her meddling, the fact that my daughter had a cough AGAIN, and that I had been stuck in the quiet car with a five year old for 3 hours.

A full weekend, indeed!

Hope you had a good one…

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