Vacation and the Bomb

Our upstairs neighbors invited us to their country home in the Catskills over the weekend. The house was about twenty minutes outside of New Paltz, a sleepy university town with the collective personality of Berkeley after one too many whippits.

We headed up on Saturday morning, and stayed for a few days of hiking, swimming, and general pampering that included a stealth raid on the exclusive Mohonk Lodge's 4pm tea where Asher lolled in a rocking chair, sipping... peas.



The big news upon our return was the bomb scare that shut down the neighborhood. Police cordoned off the streets, block by block, and turned loose their men in radiation suits. Turned out it was a hoax, but it kept us out of our apartment until 8pm on Monday night.

July 4th was thankfully less eventful. I got some work done on a presentation in the morning while Asher and Sarah hit the playground. In the evening, we went over to Amy and Dan's for a rooftop cookout. As it was Park Slope, there were a pack of toddlers underfoot, chasing each other around while the adults drank Brooklyn Lager and ate grilled veggies.