Day by Day in New York: Friday
Apr. 26th, 2005 12:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseI'll begin with a digression this time. Getting away with just Snake was heaven. There are lot of sprawling advantages to living in a family of three with different networks of support, but Snake and I were just a couple for 14 and a half years and that special relationship sometimes needs time to breathe that it just doesn't get. God, I love that man.
FRIDAY
With my dad in tow, we headed for the Lower East Side and took a tour of the history of garment workers at The Lower East Side Tenement Museum. Before that we had expensive and mediocre Chinese food. My dad was a trooper on the streets and in the subway and I had to remind myself not to worry so much about him even though he's turning 80 this summer. Still, he's fallen enough times when I've been walking with him that I found my hands reaching out at stairs and curbs more than once.
We returned to Long Island late in the afternoon. There was a communal dinner at the synagogue (suggested by my sister who realized that because Passover began at the end of the Sabbath, most people would have already made their kitchens kosher for Passover by Friday and, therefore, would not have been able to cook a Sabbath meal).
I was dreading this event a bit as I get itchy anytime I get too near organized religious institutions. But I contented myself with the knowledge that Snake and I would be a visible gay couple, and one related to the Rabbi's family at that. Activism trumped religious distaste. The brisket was pretty good.
We escaped early and hung out with my oldest nephew who had skipped the whole dinner. He is amazingly mature and a strong leader when I meet up with him at school in the city. At his parents' home, he is cowed, childish and miserable. It's not easy to be the oldest child.
FRIDAY
With my dad in tow, we headed for the Lower East Side and took a tour of the history of garment workers at The Lower East Side Tenement Museum. Before that we had expensive and mediocre Chinese food. My dad was a trooper on the streets and in the subway and I had to remind myself not to worry so much about him even though he's turning 80 this summer. Still, he's fallen enough times when I've been walking with him that I found my hands reaching out at stairs and curbs more than once.
We returned to Long Island late in the afternoon. There was a communal dinner at the synagogue (suggested by my sister who realized that because Passover began at the end of the Sabbath, most people would have already made their kitchens kosher for Passover by Friday and, therefore, would not have been able to cook a Sabbath meal).
I was dreading this event a bit as I get itchy anytime I get too near organized religious institutions. But I contented myself with the knowledge that Snake and I would be a visible gay couple, and one related to the Rabbi's family at that. Activism trumped religious distaste. The brisket was pretty good.
We escaped early and hung out with my oldest nephew who had skipped the whole dinner. He is amazingly mature and a strong leader when I meet up with him at school in the city. At his parents' home, he is cowed, childish and miserable. It's not easy to be the oldest child.
