Isn't it sad that when my life gets more full, I feel like I don't have time to write about it? Like, for instance, my engagement and wedding? Big mistake. I've worked on fixing that a little bit. . . a very little bit, in all honesty. But yesterday I decided that I was not going to let that happen to this little month of my life, which has been shaping up quite beautifully. No pictures of my own yet, sorry. The reason for that is part of the adventure, I guess. This is going to be one of those journaling-for-myself posts, not a what-a-cute-blog posts. I'm sorry, I hate those too. But hopefully the little devil-thought that someone else who is not my distant offspring may read this will keep me on track with actually explaining things in a clear way, and help me refrain from other weird tendencies of my middle school journal days (so many emotions! so much boring stuff!). I just read that last really long sentence and decided that "explaining things in a clear way" can be one of those long-term goals, because it's not happening so much in the short term.
I'm in New York! Sort of. I'm actually in New Jersey, in the house of the friends we're staying with, sitting on an ornate brass bed. Maybe I'll take a picture of it someday. In the meantime, picture this:
Only ours is much prettier, and doesn't have the canopy thing.
This little town has a nice little train station with lots of direct trains into Penn Station, so that's where we've spending most of our time. Paul is doing a month of work training downtown, and I am enjoying summer vacation. I arrived here last week with my brother David, who stayed for a couple days. He is pretty much the ideal traveling companion, by the way. I highly recommend him. He left on Friday, and Paul and I got to party in the city over the weekend. It was great. We went to the last temple endowment session before it closed for cleaning, ate pizza, did a little bit of shopping, and walked through Central Park, which is particularly lovely on a Saturday early evening. However, I think that eating ice cream from the tub and watching Food Network in the hotel room may have been the part I enjoyed the most. Funny how life is.
This dude won two episodes in a row. All-star episodes, at that.
Sunday was. . .interesting. The big take-away was that I left my purse on the train. Contents of purse included: iTouch (our only camera for the first three months of marriage, that I haven't been able to back up), cell phone, meds, my favorite pair of sunglasses, and my
wallet (i.d., cash, hundreds of dollars in gift cards). Yeah. It was nice to have a husband who could talk to lost and found offices without a voice that would get perpetually higher and occasionally sob-hiccup-breathe. One of the results was that instead of going into the city on Monday, I stayed at the house. I wasn't loving the idea of going into the city without a phone when the lost and found office could call Paul at any minute, who could then email me. It gave me a chance to do laundry and other sundry things that had been piling up (such as a couple episodes of certain television shows). Finally. . . .ta-da! "The pocketbook that you put in a request for has been returned." Wait, what? Pocketbook? What does that word even mean? Turns out, according to the internet, pocketbook definitely means purse, not wallet, which cleared up a misconception both Paul and I had. Learn something new every day. Anyway, its return was definitely an answer to prayer. Let the Amy-partying-in-NYC-during-the-day-by-herself adventures begin!
