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In what is now simply comic, we didn't make it to Maple Weekend…

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In what is now simply comic, we didn't make it to Maple Weekend because Maple Weekend was cancelled due to snow. In fairness to the Maple Weekend people, I suppose, they had activities and demos scheduled all day Saturday and Sunday, and we were free on Sunday so that was when we planned to go. The Saturday activities went on as planned, but then there was a snowstorm on Saturday night, and so it was only Sunday that was cancelled.

But we still had a nice time visiting with my friend up in the Catskills. Every time I am there, I always think about how much I like that area -- obviously there is a lot of nature, and that's really nice, and a lot of the little towns are extremely quaint and adorable. Overall, I'm always thinking "wow, I really like it here, I wonder why I don't make more of an effort to get up here more frequently?"

This trip we went to breakfast at a little diner located in a real caboose, like a cute little red caboose. There used to be a HUGE rail network through the Catskills, I'm really not entirely sure why -- to support logging, maybe? I have no idea, but it's all defunct now. In many of the villages, you'll see how the old timey train depot has been converted into an info center, or a restaurant, or a little shop, and there are a few areas that run a "scenic railroad" sort of thing, like a vintage train that goes back and forth between two areas on a remaining spur of track. In other places, the track is completely removed, or has been converted into a walking path. This particular diner is in a converted caboose, and there's a kitchen built on the to back of it. Even with the addition, a caboose is NOT THAT LARGE. It's super adorable, did I mention that?

It's a mom and pop type place, and, it turns out, what you do is order at the counter, and then go find a table and your food is brought out to you (on paper plates) when it is ready. There is also serve-yourself hot coffee and tea, and a cooler with Snapple and pop and whatnot. There were three little tables in the caboose -- two in the back and one in the front (and more outdoor seating, but it was being a snow storm). They were all occupied when we arrived, but one table seemed to be at the point of wrapping things up while we were ordering, so I was keeping one eye on it so that we wouldn't miss it. While this was happening, a guy came in, by himself, and stopped to chat with some people at another table. The coat-gathering people got themselves together and left, so I started toward it, and said to Lu "okay, a table is available, let's go put our drinks down" and naturally she's doing that thing where she was facing me, so her back was to the table, and instead of like, LOOKING AROUND, she said "what table?" and I, trying to juggle our coats and our drinks so I didn't have a free hand to point with, was trying to nudge her along, in this narrow diner. TURN AROUND, KID.

This is one of those parenting things that is always maddening in the moment, but interesting to me when I contemplate it, but it turns out that kind of body positioning awareness is one of the last things to come in developmentally. I notice it ALL THE TIME. I know she's reasonably bright but still does those things where she'll ask me for help zippering a jacket, and walk across A ENTIRE ROOM toward me, but then stop just short of where I can reach the zipper. TAKE TWO MORE STEPS. And she'll be flummoxed when I ask her to move closer, or in this case, to TURN AROUND AND WALK. Instead of moving, she looked up at me and said "okay, where?" Literally just turn around so you can see the table! I am making this sound like it took five minutes, but in reality, it was maybe adding in a 20 second delay as opposed to how long it would take me on my own to walk six feet to a small diner table.

And, in that 20 seconds, in which I was in a small room and saying, in an outloud voice "let's head over to that empty table" ... THE GUY SHIMMIED AROUND THE PEOPLE HE WAS CHATTING WITH AND SAT HIS BUTT AT THE EMPTY TABLE. Jaw. Dropped. And that got resolved almost immediately because the people at the lone third table waved my friend over (she was at the self-serve coffee) and told her they were getting ready to leave. I think this was just a coincidence, I don't think they even realized we were together or saw the Dramaz of the Empty Table.

But you know, this guy, he was like everything that annoys me. And I got to base this on more than merely his table-sneaking, because he continued his conversation across to the other table fairly loudly. He was a bit older, and dressed head-to-toe in his Ralph Lauren "woodsy casual" and Sperrys, and was going on about how no one appreciates all the work he does as president of his condo association in the city. You guys, he only does it because he has invested a lot of money and time into his condo, and he just wants things to be nice for everyone. Then he switched gears and was talking about immigrants. He's all for immigrants, immigration has made our country great, his grandparents were immigrants ... BUT. BUT. It's really annoying when immigrants work in restaurants and don't speak English, because then it's hard for him to get what he wants. Maybe even more maddening is that he said all this with a chuckle and shaking his head, like it's SO ABSURD that he's the only one who's noticed this obvious thing -- gosh, maybe people working at restaurants should learn to speak English! So basically I hated him, and realized that the answer to the question "why I don't make more of an effort to get up here more frequently?" is "NEW YORKERS." Older, white, male New Yorkers who have weekend homes up here are the reason I don't want to come here.
  • 1) Fuck that guy.

    2) That's a thing with my kids, too! I will be pointing at something and they're all like, "What? Where?!" and I'm like, "LOOK AT MY FINGER THAT IS POINTING AT THE THING."

    3) p.s. Fuck that guy.
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