
Mom and brownstones
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted and, now, in the blink of an eye, my Mom, Janie, is in town for Thanksgiving! This visit is the best because we get to show her around our new habitat and she gets to share the hometown love. It just doesn’t get better than this.
Mom got in in late on Tuesday evening, and after wrestling with car service, made it to our apartment unscathed. We stayed up till all hours chatting about the weekend’s activities. In the morning I went to work at my brand new job and Ali showed Mom around Brooklyn. They went to Bergen Bagel and to St. Augustine’s, one of the most progressive Catholic churches in NYC.
They came to meet me for lunch in Ft. Greene and while we were walking to enjoy BBQ sandwiches and yummy soup at the Smokehouse, we saw a big movie star. We headed into the madness to see the Macy’s parade balloons. Mom snapped this photo of the new Buzz Lightyear balloon before we hightailed it out of the crowds.

Buzz Lightyear, tethered.
The next morning we got on the 2 train to Penn Station to get on the NJ Transit train to Madison. Ali’s mom, Joanne, picked us up and whisked us off to a delicious Thanksgiving dinner at George and Barbara’s. Interspersed throughout the Madison visit were the inevitable mom-bonding conversations. Ali and I left Janie and Joanne chatting away while we snuck to the basement to watch big screen cable HDTV. Glorious.
On Friday, my Mom and I got a chance to catch up in an unlikely place: the Morristown Memorial emergency room. After a delicious Italian lunch at Firehouse, Mom had a funny sensation in her chest that we wanted to have checked out. Lucky for us #1, a number of tests confirmed it was just a bit of dehydration. Lucky for us #2, we had 5 hours to have epic mother-daughter catch up. I’m glad she’s okay because I love spending time my Mom and that scared the turkey out of me.
We took the rest of the Madison trip easy and Joanne drove us back to Brooklyn on Saturday, after a delightful visit to Bagel Chateau. Mom helped us rearrange a bit and decorate for Xmas. And we recorded a National Day of Listening conversation about remembering my Grandma Edna’s apartment in Mesa, AZ and what it was like for me to move to Vancouver, WA when I was 11.

stockings hung by the kitchen counter overhang, with care
Today, we’re taking a trip into Manhattan to see some things you can only see at Xmas-time in NYC: the Macy’s windows and the tree at Rockefeller Center. She jets off to Bothell tomorrow. I’ll miss her smiling face in my apartment in the mornings. She brought home to me for the holidays. Sniffle sniffle.