First Day of School

It was a day of firsts for us: Miss B started high school, Master K. started middle school and Little Miss A. started kindergarten!

Here is Little Miss A. standing next to her brand new DESK.

And here she is with the beautiful, talented and all-knowing Ms. Lubahn and a classmate.


Things are off to a good start. And Mommy only cried a little on the walk back home alone from dropping Miss A. at kindergarten.

At Pap and Grandma's House

Sweet Baby E and her mom and dad joined us. Here she is with Miss B.

And the blueberries were ripe, so we all gorged ourselves. Pap even sent a huge bucket home with us on ice.

Roadside America

On our drive from Staten Island to Westmoreland County, Barry stopped at a little place not too far from Stroudsburg, PA, that he remembered visiting as a little boy. It is Roadside America, an amazing model railroad setup that is still operated as a tourist attraction by the descendants of the man who set it all up. (He died in 1963.) It's just one big room with walkways around the edge so that you can see the whole setup.

It's hard to describe, but it's worth the stop if you're ever around the area. It's hokey and mushy and cute. Every half hour they make everybody come sit on risers and watch as they make "night" come to the railroad village; the room lights dim, tiny street lights come on, homes light up, then as the room becomes darker, the house lights go out once more and the landscape sleeps except for the trains which go on and on. Come "morning," the street lights come off, house lights come on, and the "sky" begins to lighten up with daybreak.

Two cute little old ladies were running the place when we arrived. If I understand it correctly, one of them is the daughter of the gentleman who built the display.

Staten Island University Hospital

Lil Miss A got her sutures out at the hospital here in Staten Island. It hurt, but she was brave. She brought two of her stitches back with in a plastic bag to show Daddy.

In the curtain area next to her, she heard a man who had cut his arm badly on a broken fence moaning in pain, and she prayed for him right there on the spot. He was encouraged and said he felt better immediately, and thereafter everyone who came to care for him got to hear about the sweet little girl who had prayed for him.

Travel blogging

I'm writing this from a very busy street corner in Niagara Falls, Ontario, where I found a sweet spot from the Hilton down the block, I think it is. We have begun a new family tradition of having to take SOMEBODY to the emergency room the night before we leave on any vacation; this year it was Little Miss A's turn. She fell off her trike and lacerated her chin, mashing pea gravel and a few blades of grass into the mess while she was at it. Six stitches later, it was about 10:00 at night and we were too zonked to trust ourselves to pack properly, so we got a pretty late start on the road Saturday, but we did make it out the door and the trip since then has gone very well.

Tomorrow we head back across the border and down through the Finger Lakes region, planning on arriving at Wayne and Roseann's house on Staten Island by nightfall.

Pictures later.

UPDATE: Here are some pictures:

Blue Man Group? No, the Stahl Family, wearing our souvenir slickers on the Maid of the Mist.

They get you incredibly close to the bottom of the falls!



Our Maid of the Mist.

A blonde joke

A blonde calls her boyfriend on the phone and says, "Honey, I need you to come over. I'm doing a puzzle and I really need help."

The boyfriend asks, "What kind of a puzzle?"

The blonde replies, "It's a jigsaw puzzle; it's supposed to be a tiger."

The boyfriend agrees to come over and help. A little while later, he arrives at her house, and she motions for him to come into the kitchen. There, he finds that she has pieces scattered all over the table.

The boyfriend says, "Honey, sit down. Now - the first thing we need to do is put all the Frosted Flakes back in the box..."

An outfit for Anne Shirley

I'm trying to decide what sort of blouse Anne here needs. I'm thinking white cotton, long sleeves, with a Peter Pan collar and either pintucks or tiny red rickrack down the front.

Ahem... Just what do they think I've been doing for 25 years?

Drug running? International trading, perhaps? Marrying Donald Trump?

I just got the invitation to our 25-year high school reunion in the mail. Get this: It's at the University Club at the U of M St. Paul campus, and they are serving hors d'oevres and there is a cash bar.

The ticket price is $35.

Per person. Not per couple.

Thirty-five bucks for... what? A few weenies on toothpicks?

That's it. I'm not going.