essentially today was entirely a day of recovery for my accomplice from yesterday's slide park ...
the day started with the best bagel i've ever had (mr. crypto had rustled it in from the bagel hole). so pretty much whatever happens from here out, including direct meteoritic strike, this is going to be a good day.
family crypto went to atlantic antic and suggested that my accomplice and i might want to tag along ... but on their triumphant return, it seemed like a damn good place to get a butterfly painted on your face, but perhaps a bit lackluster in other ways.
instead we collectively napped, sat around and then took a medium length walk to the brooklyn fish camp. i had a lobster roll, my accomplice had a bowl of soup and crab beignets. (the latter being horribly mis-named -- they should have been called "crab fritters" -- insisting on calling an item something "cool" to make it sound better is a terrible disservice if it isn't actually that item.)
... and we split an ice cream sundae for dessert. tasty, but expensive. $85 including tip.
but it's not all boring news from the day ...
my accomplice is doing very very well -- almost suspiciously so. full mobility. remarkably little bruising. razor edge sharp. only a very small amount of ominous swelling on the brow (oh, and the genius surgeons actually missed a two inch contusion further back on my accomplice's scalp, which would be easy to do if i hadn't told them that they missed a wound -- which i did, goddammit).
so this means traveling tomorrow is a possibility.
we looked at the map. anywhere outside the US is out in case something odd suddenly happens to my accomplice. sure, at this point the mexican medical system is better than the US (and no, i'm not being satirical), but if you're stuck for an extended period of time there it becomes problematic.
portland and seattle seem like possibilities, but they're too far (meaning we don't feel like hauling all the way out and back and i'm not convinced a long jet ride for my accomplice is a good idea right now). denver's a possibility, but i'm seeing my mom in a week anyway and that lessens my wanting to go there. salt lake city isn't that attractive. we've both been to austin too recently.
(don't you just love problems of the rich? i have to hear my friends sniffle about crap like this all the time, although theirs tends to be more in the category of "i don't know what kind of tile to put in the second bathroom of my other house," or, "my maids never put things back where i want them.")
the two things that look good are going back up to burlington, because the color change is full-on right now. and orlando because there are some florida possibilities -- including driving on daytona beach, which i love. we talk 'em over, and even though emotionally i lean toward seeing the color change and i'm already burning a couple of days in FL before the cruise, i still vote for orlando. it's warm. it's nice. it's cheap. it's shoulder season. and the food's better.
but the jetblue pass essentially has two rules: you can't fly out of the same airport on the same day; and all reservations have to be made or changed at least three days ahead of time (elseyou risk a $100 penalty). and the pass ends 10/8, so playing inside the rules doesn't work quite right here.
i come from a school where i believe anything is possible. and if there's anything i can do, it's reason, connect with other people and emote in a way that gets a sympathetic response.
{as a service to everyone involved, i need to be very careful what i say here, because there are a ton of angle shooters in the world -- especially on the internet -- and i don't want to give them fodder.}
so let me just say i have a 35 minute call with jetblue that was remarkably impressive -- tomorrow we make our ultimate all-you-can-jet leg.
no, i don't think orlando is a replacement for bogota, but throughout life you play the hand your dealt. focus on the downside, you torture yourself ... and i've given myself enough of that kind of pain in this lifetime.
tomorrow i move again ...
... i welcome it.
