No, I won't bore you with more of my household woes.
I won't even bore you with my trip today to Staten Island. (In my entire life, I had not been to Staten Island even once, and now, in the space of weeks, I've been three times. )
But today I learned a piece of news that is probably not news to anyone at all. Still, considering my former lack of interest in Staten Island, it came as a newsflash to me: You can't take your car on the ferry anymore.
Shucks. I so had the Carly Simon soundtrack of Let the River Run looping through my brain. You know, the one from Working Girl: "Let the river run, let all the dreamers, wake the nation..."
I did pass right by the ferry, though. In my car. And considering it was a bar fight that had brought me to Staten Island, visions of big hair, and Tess and Cyn were clogging my thoughts. ("Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn't make me Madonna. Never will.")
But I said I wouldn't bore you, and of course, I have and, as usual, I digress.
Here's the real news: While crossing the Verrazano on my way back to the Battery Tunnel (lots of bridges and tunnels today!), I stole a glance at the BlackBerry and discovered that Ryck and Katy and Dream Voyager have cleared another hurdle on their way up the ladder. One step further away from the dreamscape...and into the real world. Where the waiting ends.
And the Giants beat the Jets.