Irons in the fire

I was sitting here feeling miserable (I have a nasty cold) and thinking to myself. I began to think about all of the things I have been working on over the past month or two. I never fully realized just how many irons I have sitting in the fire. So here they are, the projects I am presently working on:

  1. Composing my first Missa brevis, this one is in D minor.
  2. Expanding my Adobe Illustrator skills.
  3. Writing my fourth book.
  4. School.
  5. Designing and coding, for the very first time, the next version of Hypoxic Studios’ web site.
  6. Studying 2nd Corinthians.

I am leaving off the big epic novel trilogy I have planned for sometime in the future. So you can add that in too if you wish.

Trip to NY – Day Four : Emotional Last Day

Well our time here in New York is coming to an end. Tomorrow morning we will load up the car and head south to Virginia and home. It was a really great trip, I enjoyed seeing my family here. My Mom enjoyed the trip and seeing everyone, most especially our dinner with her cousin Ann. Today I woke up around 11:00, went to the diner again but my stomach wasn’t feeling so great so I skipped breakfast/lunch. We then drove up to West Point to pay one last visit to my Dad’s final resting place and to walk around campus and enjoy the sights, reliving memories. I walked up to this stone wall where my Dad and I had spent so much time together. Every time we’d go to West Point, we would go to that wall and just gaze out at the Hudson River below. When I walked up to the wall today I became very emotional and started to cry. My Mom hugged me, knowing that this was the stone wall where my Dad and I hung out. I looked out at the Hudson River, my eyes filled with tears and just took a deep breath and moved on. After West Point we drove to Suffern, NY to the nursing facility where my sister’s body lies. I refer to it as my sister’s body because my sister isn’t there. She remains in a persistent vegetative state after being struck by a drunk driver in 2005. In my world, she is dead, she is gone. I stayed in the car this time while my Mom went inside to see her. I cannot bear to go in there anymore. I can’t bear to see my sister like that or to see my mother crying.

My Mom returned to the car after about 20 minutes. We then drove to the Mountain View Deli and grabbed some awesome sandwiches and homemade pickles. That place is surely the best! We got back to the hotel and ate our sandwiches and retired to our rooms. I laid down, very tired and worn out from the emotions I had felt and simply fell asleep. I slept for about two hours and woke up, read my email and ultimately posted this final entry for our trip. It was an emotional day for sure.

When I come back up, I will also be visiting a friend, a classmate, from my high school. He lives not too far from our hotel and it will be nice to see him after all these years.  So in two weeks, we will be back for Thanksgiving. I can’t wait!

Here are some photos from today…

View from the Stone Wall

 

West Point Reservoir

 

Mom prays over Dad's Resting Place

Trip to NY – Day Three : A day of remembrance

Today was a beautiful day here in New York. We hit the road around 11:00 and I drove up to the Mt. Ivy Great American Diner for brunch. I enjoyed an awesome bacon, lettuce and tomato club sandwich and my Mom enjoyed some old fashioned french toast. After that we drove up to West Point and hit the commissary and post-exchange. Grabbed some six packs of soda and some more snacky snacky food.

Then we went to the West Point cemetery to pay our respects to my father. Yesterday would have been my parents 52nd wedding anniversary. We stood in front of my Dad’s grave and I hugged my Mom tightly as she wept. She misses him very very much, as do I. He was a great Dad and I am proud to be his son.

While I was at the cemetery I took some photos of one of the graves next to my Dad’s. I did this for the widow of a classmate who lives too far away to make the journey to the cemetery. She lives in California. She was very appreciative of my efforts.

After the cemetery, we drove south down the awesome two lane winding mountain road that is Route 9W. Up over the mountain and down the other side into my mother’s birthplace of Tomkins Cove and further south into Stony Point (my hometown) and further still into the town of Haverstraw. There we stopped by my mother’s cousin’s home to visit George. This man was married to my grandfather’s niece, Claire, who passed away just a couple of weeks ago of a massive stroke. George and my Mom talked about all of the aspects of losing the one they have loved for so long and how life changes as a result. Meanwhile I hung out with my cousin, Teresa. I really like her, she’s got this rough and tumble mature attitude that is truly awesome. She was cleaning up her car for a drive down to Jersey tonight where her adopted daughter will be performing in a song and dance concert. She travelled all the way to China to adopt her daughter, who has grown by leaps and bounds into a very pretty young lady.

After we left George’s place we drove back to the hotel for a quick refresh and then hopped in the car 90 minutes later to join my Mom’s cousin, Ann, for dinner at the Sonoma Grill. I had Chicken Piccata…it’s like a thin breast of chicken with a very light breading, lemon, olive oil, etc. It’s soooooooo good!!

And that was day three. Our last day is tomorrow.

Here’s some photos from today…

Sheer rock wall

 

The Distant Hudson

 

My Father's Final Resting Place

Trip to NY – Day Two: Hotel Musical Chairs

I woke up this morning around 8:30 and looked outside to see frost on the window and a very dense fog. I couldn’t see anything beyond a pair of trees outside the window. We packed up our gear and checked out of the hotel at 10:30 and proceeded to head to our morning appointment with my sister’s doctor. Once that was completed we made a bee-line for our original hotel, checked in successfully and spent a few hours just relaxing. I did my finals homework and got it submitted, then we hopped in the car and headed up to West Point to get gas and go to the post-exchange (PX). I buy gas at West Point because the cost for gasoline in New York is absolutely through the roof. A station near our hotel was at $4.39/gallon. The West Point gas station goes for just $4.09. Granted it’s nothing like back home where a gallon of gas will cost you $3.89. We went to the PX to pick up provisions, some snacks and stuff. Then we headed out to McDonalds for dinner and back to the hotel to crash and relax. Tomorrow we will be heading up to West Point to visit the resting place of my father and visit some more family, with a dinner date in the evening.

Here are some photos from today…

The Fog
Potted Pears
Sunrise on the Mountain