that was it

The summer of 2014 ran past us. It was rather short after all. Nevertheless, Taiyo going back to school makes mommy a bit more human again. Last year, feeling freedom and independence for the first time since Taiyo was born, September was for shopping for me. I'm feeling very much the same this year and spent some quality time shopping around town for the past week.

Yes, our summer was full of adventures and it ended very nicely. The Labor Day weekend was our last summer getaway. "This is going to be the best vacation ever!" Taiyo was extra excited. We were just driving upstate to Hudson Valley for fresh air. It was action packed, indeed! First we stopped at Storm King Arts Center and he ran around enormous sculptures. Later we ran around Walmart Superstore that was conveniently located just across the street from our hotel in Fishkill. Next day, the weather wasn't really perfect, so I switched itinerary from Waterpark to peach and berry picking. He ran around the vast farm and picked some fruits, but got bored quite fast. Then we went to a huge antique show where he became increasingly whiny. He conked out in the car, and I drove north to Poukeepsie and he wake up at the Children's Museum. When the museum closed, we walked up to the elevator to go up to Walkaway Over the Hudson, "the world's longest elevated pedestrian walkaway." The elevator ride was torturous for me. It made me so aware of my fear of heights. It really gotten worse as I got older. I was feeling almost nauseous by the time we got to the top, but rain was developing and they made us go right back down since they thought lightening may be coming. It was almost the closing time anyway. I was relieved. I wasn't sure if I wanted to walk across it when I realized how high it was. We made it to a nice restaurant on river front and had a very nice dinner. Next day on the way back to city we went back in time at the Renaissance Faire. It was a riot! We agreed that we shall return next year costumed. Our little vacation was full of big things, like a turkey leg they sold at the Faire.