“It’s Pi Day!”
“Pi day, what’s that you say?”
“Yes, yes, it’s Pi day. Only 4.13 days away!”
“4.13 days until…”
“3.14 you say?”
“Yes, I say, I say! Pi day is just 4.13 days away!”
Or so might have written Dr. Seuss if he’d been aware of this day…this day, Pi Day.
4.13 days from today.
Warning, if you don’t like trains, you won’t like this post.
If, however, you’re the kind of person who’s been collecting model trains since toddlerhood and/or you have an actual toddler at home who’s really into them, then read on.
I’m keeping it light on text this week so that I can share some photos from a visit to the NYC Transit Museum in Brooklyn.
We took a trip to the museum over the winter and I’ve been meaning to share these pictures but a few things got in the way – winter storms, a Caribbean getaway, a triumphant return to the lake house and other report worthy events that had me donning my CNN news anchor hat.
That being said, the transport museum is a hidden gem. It takes a little more effort to get there if you’re in Manhattan, but the upside that you get the place to yourself. On the day we visited, we only bumped into two other groups of visitors.
I will admit that I was a teensy bit worried that we’d run into Jack the Ripper in the museum catacombs and have nobody to rescue us. But the ability to relax in empty Mad Men-era subway cars was well worth it.
To get into the museum, you enter just as you would any old subway station.
After a fascinating walk through a section that shares the subway’s history – photographs, tools, and plans, you end up by a set of old turnstiles.
Sam thought that getting to sit in the driver’s seat in a few of the old buses was better than Christmas.
Other sights included a tiny streetcar replica.
But the old subway cars were the main attraction.
A Sunday or two ago we faced a big wet blanket of a day. Soggy weather that alternated between pelting rain and damp cold. Not the kind of weather that makes you spring to your feet, sweep your arm around your troops and yell “let’s all get outside for some fresh air!”
But the flip side of an ugly day is something so wonderful, you might just wish for bad weather every weekend. What is this thing, you ask?
That would be leisure sports.
It’s a family specialty. So much so that my brother-in-law started and soon-after folded a side business selling Leisure Ball, a lawn game where you drink beer with one hand, and toss balls at a ladder-type contraption with the other.
With no lawn, no leisure ball, and of course, no balmy July weather, we were forced to consider our next option: bowling.
This was my husband’s idea of course, he being the one who took an actual bowling class in college. That counted for course credit. Yes, it’s a real school with Gothic architecture and the works. If you’re confused, join the club.
Before we could get moving, I was forced into my new role as chief executive hairstylist. Anyone recognize the Elsa braid? Elsa being the She nymph from the movie Frozen, sung by the beautiful Idina Menzel, aka Adele Dazim? Aha, bells are ringing!
Emma hopped on her scooter in 4-sizes-too-big cowboy boots, which made the absence of wipeouts some kind of modern day miracle.
Speaking of footwear, can we talk about these shoes? When I’m sitting on Santa’s knee in December and he asks what the kids would like for Christmas, I may whisper “bowling shoes”.
