not in the mood for new friends

Does anyone know if it's normal for my four-month-old to be totally engrossed in Amelia's videos? I don't remember Amelia caring much at this age. Lucy can't hardly stand to nurse if she can hear music but can't see what's happening. Today the girls are watching Eric Carle's The Hungry Caterpillar. Speaking of nursing, Lucy's eating like a newborn lately--every two or three hours around the clock. When I had that stomach bug last week, I thought maybe I was dehydrated/poorly nourished and perhaps my milk supply was low. But this many days later? Come on. I've only slept well one night since arriving here, and since she's no longer napping in the afternoon with Amelia, neither am I.

Yesterday we scoped out the Park Slope Post Office. Personnel were standing behind thick plates of plexiglass. I wasn't brave enough to ask if they were bullet-proof. You have to lift up a door, insert your package and close the door again before the postal employee will open the compartment on their end to remove the package. One was even wearing blue gloves. It made me want to wash my hands when I left--as though the paranoia was contagious. One relative was concerned about our new city being a terrorist target. It was good for me to hear an interview on Talk of the Nation yesterday about Bomb Squads, because the author they spoke with reminded everybody that if you look back at the subway system's first twenty years, bombing threats and episodes abounded from angry unions or anyone wanting to make a point. And yet New Yorkers carry on. They said it's a simple weapon really, just explosives and a detonator, but the goal is to alter people's way of life through fear. The report mentioned that after the first attack on the World Trade Center the subways were full the next morning. New Yorkers have a resiliency about them that intrigues me.

The postal employee did give Amelia a coloring book, which was cool. She was all set to go to "school", which was really the playground behind her school a few blocks away. It has at least four jungle gyms with slides and ladders, plus great swings for wee ones. Mothers, nannies and children were everywhere. Lots of German- and Spanish-speakers there yesterday, which adds to the Russian- and French-speakers we were hanging with last week at Barnes and Noble. The kids from the school came out on recess and I got a glimpse of what a 5% white student population looks like. One girl in the crowd. I will never know what it's like to go to school as a minority.

On the playground I could tell it would be very easy to make friends there, but I'm not in the mood yet. I was happy during naptime to hang with Neil Young on my beloved NPR. You know, he sounds completely different in FM. It was like having my coffee with an old friend, comfortable and you don't feel any pressing expectations on you.

I'm at the point in the packing where I need to create homes for things before bringing too much more out of the boxes. So I've been scouring the IKEA website looking for wardrobes and bookcases and trying to imagine what they'll look like in person. I think it would be difficult for us to visit the store in person. The location they're building here in Brooklyn has met lawsuits trying to block it; no telling when that will all be over.

One local controversy we're thinking of joining in on has to do with the building of the Atlantic Yards, which will be the home to some national sports team (you can see how informed I am already). The point for us is, the proposal to allow for increased traffic and truck traffic in particular is to turn 6th and 7th Avenues, which we live right between, each into one-way streets (or expressways, the locals like to say). These avenues are home to countless schools and quaint little shops, and those who live here are appalled. Doesn't sound good to us, either, so Justin's planning to go to the community meeting to represent us Thursday night. The DOT has said if there's enough opposition, they'll back down. There is hope.

I'm trying to keep Justin's to-do list as light as possible, so I'm trying to find out what IKEA would charge for home delivery and assembly. Then I need to clear enough room for all those additional boxes and room for the assembly of some large pieces. We've maxed out the trash/recycling area downstairs, and we've been asked not to bring down any more until after trash day on Friday. I wonder how many weeks at this slow rate it will take for us to get the empty boxes out of this place. I'm hoping on trash day the guy who cares for the building will knock and ask if I have any more boxes I'd like him to carry down for me. A girl can dream, right?

Better get to my day. The simplicity of it thrills me. Peace abounds.