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Ok, funny parental dialogue first: (THe topic is my study of Talmud, the setting is saying goodnight before my parents go to sleep.)
Me: I think it's warping my brain.
Mom: Your brain is already warped, don't worry about it.
Me: Maybe it's getting more warped?
Mom: Can't happen, but maybe it's getting mildew.
As for the transportation issues: I went to meet my bible chevruta at a Starbucks near her to do prep for a quiz we're taking tomorrow. She tells me corner of 77th and Broadway. Turns out that she's off by a few blocks. This naturally causes me a few moments of anxiety. (And while I was a touch late, she was later.) From there I was meeting folks in Central Park, in a location I had no idea how to find. After 3 phone calls with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nuqotw, one with mbarr which involved me walking between 85th and 86th streets several times before figuring out which road I was supposed to be using to walk into the park, under his direction, I did eventually find my way to where we were meeting, and then had yet another phone call with taylweaver when the other folks waved at me, which I noticed, went- "oh, you're waving at me", realized it wasn't taylweaver, went on walking, and then realized it was Steve, whom I do know and the people with her were the folks I was looking for. By the time I arrived, I had a couple of blisters on my feet.
THe picnic itself was fun. But I had to leave fairly early to get to the train to head to my parents' house to visit before a dentist's appointment in the morning. I asked for directions and someone to walk me out of the park, considering my difficulty in finding my way in. THen I got 4 or 5 different sets of directions. Finally, I got one set of directions and Steve to walk me out. By the time I got to the subway, I just missed a train, and between waiting for the next one, coming from a different part of Grand Central, and my 4ish blisters, I just missed the train I'd planned to take home. SO I waited for the next one, about half an hour later. Over all, the transportation worries were minor enough, but they felt pretty unpleasant while they were happening.
Being home has been nice- there's a certain something about having food one's mother has made- I can make the same things and they just won't be as satisfying. And she lent me a pair of socks, which have helped the blisters considerably. And I had a piece of homemade baklava too... Tomorrow- the dentist.
Me: I think it's warping my brain.
Mom: Your brain is already warped, don't worry about it.
Me: Maybe it's getting more warped?
Mom: Can't happen, but maybe it's getting mildew.
As for the transportation issues: I went to meet my bible chevruta at a Starbucks near her to do prep for a quiz we're taking tomorrow. She tells me corner of 77th and Broadway. Turns out that she's off by a few blocks. This naturally causes me a few moments of anxiety. (And while I was a touch late, she was later.) From there I was meeting folks in Central Park, in a location I had no idea how to find. After 3 phone calls with
nuqotw, one with mbarr which involved me walking between 85th and 86th streets several times before figuring out which road I was supposed to be using to walk into the park, under his direction, I did eventually find my way to where we were meeting, and then had yet another phone call with taylweaver when the other folks waved at me, which I noticed, went- "oh, you're waving at me", realized it wasn't taylweaver, went on walking, and then realized it was Steve, whom I do know and the people with her were the folks I was looking for. By the time I arrived, I had a couple of blisters on my feet.THe picnic itself was fun. But I had to leave fairly early to get to the train to head to my parents' house to visit before a dentist's appointment in the morning. I asked for directions and someone to walk me out of the park, considering my difficulty in finding my way in. THen I got 4 or 5 different sets of directions. Finally, I got one set of directions and Steve to walk me out. By the time I got to the subway, I just missed a train, and between waiting for the next one, coming from a different part of Grand Central, and my 4ish blisters, I just missed the train I'd planned to take home. SO I waited for the next one, about half an hour later. Over all, the transportation worries were minor enough, but they felt pretty unpleasant while they were happening.
Being home has been nice- there's a certain something about having food one's mother has made- I can make the same things and they just won't be as satisfying. And she lent me a pair of socks, which have helped the blisters considerably. And I had a piece of homemade baklava too... Tomorrow- the dentist.