That made it possible for Corrie to reschedule the Boy's 4-month pediatrician appointment to today so I could be there. Corrie likes for me to be the Boy's rock when he's getting his shots---one of the few things she doesn't do well with.
The pediatrician's office is just down one of our main connecting thoroughfares, Atlantic. There is a tall building that houses many medical offices, clinics, and pharmacies on Atlantic between 10th and 11th, and we essentially live at 3rd and Atlantic, so we walk to the pediatrician as often as possible.
The pediatrician's is on the sixth floor, and today was the first time we got a room with a window. I had a flashback the moment we entered:
It may be an innocuous thing, and for people living in suburbs or rural areas, the sight of another high-rise filling up the view of a window may be a sight rarely seen. For me and for Corrie, it brought us back to every interview we had in Manhattan, every conversation we had with our wedding photographer, every late evening office gala Marc and Linda took us to...
"My goodness..." I found myself saying out loud. After Cass had his shots, got his screaming out of the way and was busy with the boob and chilling out before the walk home, I looked closely out the left side of the window in the picture above and took the next picture, something that could easily be mistaken for another Manhattan shot:
It's nice because the bottom isn't the ground, it's roof of a lower section of a connecting building.Off in the distance is one of the few other buildings in our neighborhood in the eight- to twelve-story.
The gray day this time of year, the "landscape"...it's almost as if Long Beach secretly celebrated Halloween with only us a few weeks early.
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