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The apple is still big

NYC never fails to entertain. From a weather or culinary or people watching perspective, it is without equal.

It was cold, it rained cats and dogs, it got sunny but very chilly, then on the last day the weather began to behave and be downright lovely. But by then I was on my way to La Guardia, destined for the high desert once more.

Food, was good. Daughter found two good restaurants in a row, a Mediterranean place, then the next night a French place, and then on her third night, we literally stumbled across a good Italian place. Once she had left, it was my colleague and I hitting and missing, mostly hitting, decent food. What never fails to amaze? When you're wandering and consulting your iPhone (he's really into that) you have an equal chance of finding good places to eat by just happening across inviting looking restaurants and choosing by their menu...

On the last night we packed up our stuff, then headed out on foot from Javits Center to 1st Ave. and 1st St. That translates to a looooooooooooong walk, at the end of which we discovered our destination, The Meatball Shop, was on an hour and forty five minute wait. We looked at each other and decided no way. We were tired, we were cold, we were really hungry, and that was a long wait.

Fortunately we found a great French restaurant, Lucien, right around the corner, which provided great ambiance, solid wine choice, and very good food. He had a roasted chicken dish and I had scallops. And we had an upside down apple tart that melted in the  mouth. Ummm...

In all, the trip was a success. Daughter is doing well, the business portion of the trip went smoothly, and now we're back on the ground.

This weekend holds some serious activity....

Remove carpet in rooms destined for new stuff on Saturday.


Carpet..installed on Saturday.


Rolling around on carpet reveling in the newness and not-yet stainedness of it. 


Replacing furniture.


Replacing all coverplates over switches and electrical outlets.


Buying, setting up, our new bed.


If time allows, I'd like to get a run in, but I'm doubting that's going to happen. This is a lot to accomplish, and a short time to get it all done.

Daughter gets home on Monday, 1140 a.m.

We can do this, right? We're going to make it..aren't we?
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