Sunday 23 January 2011

Settling In

Our sea shipment arrived on Monday - Martin Luther King Day so I had it off.  Still, I had to go in for a bit to try to clear some of the backlog but I got home at lunchtime just as the last boxes were being emptied.  It was a bomb-site and amusing to see some of the stuff the packers had brough, including the recycling.  Several plastic bottles and carboard travelled from Leytonstone, East London to the West Village, New York, to be recycled. 

J worked non stop until it was all unpacked and sorted out.  Pippin and I just tried to stay out of the way. 

It is complete now and gradually the few pieces we were missing have arrived, including an enormous television on Friday.  Harriet's room is packed full of her toys and I think she was genuinely pleased to see some old friends again.

On Saturday we took the train to the Upper West Side.  Keen followers of my Facebook feed will know how disgusted I was to have to buy a bag for Pippin.  Those it seems are the rules: dogs must be in carry cases to travel on the subway so in she went.  It was cold, very cold but still bearable and we had an enjoyable walk through more of the park.  We took the train home, dropped off Pippin and went for dinner in Applebees at Time Square. 

It really hit home how grown up she is when she ate her macaroni and cheese from the kids' menu with her own spoon.  It wasn't a faultless performance by any means but still an amazing sight considering our first week here when she struggled to adapt to the new diet and lack of her favourite foods.

Sunday has been cold - very, very cold.  The forecast put the high today at -5 and tomorrow it will be even worse at -8.  We ventured no further than Washington Square park to try out the dog run for Pippin.  Sadly, she was not in the mood to socialise, with other dogs at least, and she refused to join in the fun.  They have two dogs runs - one for the small dogs and one for the big ones.  The other Westie was in the big dog run so perhaps Pip felt ashamed to be stuck with the toy dogs but more likely she is just not a dog dog.  It was one of the times I really missed Billy because the big dogs were having a whale of a time running about.

Big week again this week - Wednesday in particular.  For the moment I will just enjoy the furnished apartment.