I stopped by for a bagel and while waiting I noticed that they misspelled my name.
Dave Davis is a great drywaller.
Of Lowe’s, Home Depot, and Jerrys Jerry’s is the best. Lowes has refused to match online retailers, especially Amazon.com even when the prices are visible on the screen in the app on your phone in front of the cashier, Lowes managers have refused to acknowledge that Home Depot and Jerrys also provided military discount and therefore when price matching they should price match the price of the product and the military discount.
Grant Goodban is a great Mason.
Hideaway bakery has the best country Levine loaf.
Metropole bakery has the best chocolate croissant in town.
St. Vincent de Paul is a better thrift store than Goodwill.
Cross-cut hardware is a good place to buy wood. Sometimes other places are cheaper.
It is a bit funner feeding noodles to a 1-year old with chopsticks.
Today Katja discovered buds. In the past she has resisted anything on her head, on her ears or her eyes.
But today I was about to go for a bike ride and I took advantage of the fact that she likes to music, to show her that music can come out of earbuds because she was concerned with the things in my ears. It took a bit, but she started to hear the music by Coldplay. Within 3 minutes she understood how they worked and wanted the earbuds in her ears! It is fun to watch her learn.
September 20th was our first day back. That night was our first night in our own bed in at least 53 nights. Katja didn’t sleep very soundly or very long. She was in her own room in her crib. Finally at about 5 am (8 am east coast time) we took her to sleep in between us in our bed. She usually falls a sleep and will sleep about two more hours. This morning was different because I felt she asked me to sing to her. Now, how can that be? A child with production capability of about 3.5 words asking me to sing to her to fall asleep. Well, when I would sing she would lay her head down. And when I would stop she would questionly look at me or start talking to me. And when I would coo/hum at her she would lay down with her head on her pillow. So I sang some made up song on the spot. More like sonorous German, than a song but nonetheless singing. After a short while she fell asleep. I felt that she wanted me to sing. While I do thing that she has quite a few homophones and really only very few words I think she understands many more words.
A few posts ago I was able to write about the mental concepts she had. Now there are way too many to list. She acquires more everyday. This week she started pointing to her own head when asked: “where is your head?” We promptly started asking her where her nose was. Now she knows her head, eyes, nose, and (my) beard. We were walking in Jerry’s hardware store and I told her to put her hand in mine and she did (with a bit of repetition), so I think she also knows what hand is.
Kajta has also taken to reading on our long road trip (120 hours of driving over the last 53 days). When I get to read she points to objects which are the same. Today she even pointed to a picture of a spoon and then smacked her lips (which is currently one of her communicative actions). It makes me think that she actually is “reading” or at least understanding g son of the imagery in her books.
Today I stop by a place where I used to work. The Starbucks at Miller Place, New York. I Worked there for about three months in 2006. It was an interesting ride. I had lots of fun. The people I worked with were great. They made me feel accepted in ways that I had not known were important. A lot has changed since I was there. It took 2 min 6 seconds do me to get a venti ice water. My time working in a NY Starbucks would go on to shape my mind about food customer service and about the appropriate speed of service. Unfortunately, there was no one at the store that I recognized-of course, it’s almost 8 years later (what should one expect?). Going back kind of makes me emotional. Not sure why. It was just a lot. I guess it was a good time in my life.
I remember some of the regulars quite well, that is their drinks of course. There was the triple venti carmel macchiato guy that would come in three times a day. And there was this guy who owned a pizza shop at the adjacent parking lot. He got an espresso sometimes, but mostly just a cup of joe.
The guy who owned a pizza shop once sold me the best pizza I have ever tasted. I thought I’d stop by and order a pie but there was a sign saying they were closed and selling the assets. Made me sad a disappointed. I know that life goes on, but maybe that shop owner died. I mean he might have been in his late 60’s at the time. I remember the love of his life was there in the shop as was his son.
I stopped at the historic courthouse in Hanover, Virginia. I was taking some pictures and then I walk down the path to the walkway crossing the road to the eatery and in across the street. When I got to the crosswalk I was surprised because as I entered the crosswalk, one of the local sheriff cars (presumably driven by a deputy) saw me in the crosswalk but didn’t stop to let me cross. I found it interesting from a “safety first” perspective. But perhaps “practicing safety” and “law enforcemeant” are not exactly the same thing.