I related to your post, Sari, on so many levels. Last Tuesday, the same scorchingly hot day you reference in your post, I helped move my daughter into her 4th floor NYC apt. After two treks up winding narrow steps, I said, "I'm done" and let my daughter, husband and a friend continue on.
(And I just discovered ferry rides for $2.75-- a t…
I related to your post, Sari, on so many levels. Last Tuesday, the same scorchingly hot day you reference in your post, I helped move my daughter into her 4th floor NYC apt. After two treks up winding narrow steps, I said, "I'm done" and let my daughter, husband and a friend continue on.
(And I just discovered ferry rides for $2.75-- a true reward. We took the one from Brooklyn to midtown!)
For many years I've heard my now 98-year-old father say "I don't do that anymore" referring to his long runs and biking his age each birthday. That ended at age 90 when he started counting kilometers. At 96 he quit biking outdoors. At 62, driving from NYC to Chicago the other day, I used the term for the first time when after 9 hours on the road and many more to go, and the lights of uncoming cars distorting my vision, I said to my husband, "I can't do this anymore" -- driving in the dark on the highway, especially after so many hours. I gave the wheel to him. He's a week away from sixty.
I related to your post, Sari, on so many levels. Last Tuesday, the same scorchingly hot day you reference in your post, I helped move my daughter into her 4th floor NYC apt. After two treks up winding narrow steps, I said, "I'm done" and let my daughter, husband and a friend continue on.
(And I just discovered ferry rides for $2.75-- a true reward. We took the one from Brooklyn to midtown!)
For many years I've heard my now 98-year-old father say "I don't do that anymore" referring to his long runs and biking his age each birthday. That ended at age 90 when he started counting kilometers. At 96 he quit biking outdoors. At 62, driving from NYC to Chicago the other day, I used the term for the first time when after 9 hours on the road and many more to go, and the lights of uncoming cars distorting my vision, I said to my husband, "I can't do this anymore" -- driving in the dark on the highway, especially after so many hours. I gave the wheel to him. He's a week away from sixty.
That Ferry is a joy! And a bargain.