I had some sewing planned for today. For starters, I wanted to fix my duvet cover, which I did finish after midnight last night, only to find that I had somehow measured my bedspread as being 20 inches longer than it really was. I have all of this extra material now, and will have to put my seam ripper to work. Could be worse, though. At least it wasn’t 20 inches too small.
I also wanted to make myself a new summer top, using a sheet I’d found at the thrift shop yesterday. It’s all white, except for some blue flowers at the hem, and I just see that making a pretty peasant shirt.
But I didn’t do either of those things today.
Aidan let me know last night that he was feeling a serious need for some Mom time, so we hit the road together today, just him and me, and went to Flemington to ride the train.
The Black River & Western Railroad operates an ambling old passenger train on Summer weekends between Flemington and Ringoes. We started our ride in Flemington, which is, for those not familiar with the area, basically an Outlet Town. The little train station is located right across the way from Liberty Village, home to Anne Klein, Van Heusen, Nautica, and other high-end shopping (which didn’t interest us in the least).
The track meanders through farmland, woods, a golf course, and a few business districts, and comes to rest in Ringoes, a town that I know next to nothing about. From the train station itself we could see a residential area and very little else. Aidan was expecting more fanfare in Ringoes. I admit it would have been nice if our intermission had been in a downtown area or something, but it was still interesting.
There were plenty of beat up old trains to look at in the station yard. We had 15 minutes to kill there, which was enough time to buy a bottle of overpriced water from the vending machine and a souvenir sheet of stickers to bring home to Eamonn.
The ride back to Flemington was as quaint as the ride out was, and before too long we were disembarking, ninety minutes older than when we’d first boarded the train. Besides the rare and wonderful opportunity for some one-on-one time with my firstborn son, I also got something else priceless out of this little trip: photographic evidence of Aidan’s flair for the dramatic:
And with that, I’m off. I’ve been doing my blogging at night lately, after the kids go to bed. Often it can take me an hour or two to write a post and do any other online catching up I want to do, and as such, we’ve got a pile of Netflix stacking up around here. I am making an effort tonight, to wrap things up in time to watch one of them so we can start sending the darn things back! G’night 🙂