Someone is getting forgetful, and it's not me.

Today, RQS had to go home after a weekend at my place, and things started off relatively normally for a Monday.  Both RQS and I would get showered and dressed, and I would drive her to the train station to go home.  And our routine followed along this path until I got home.

For the next 2 days (as I write this), the one functional "Big Boy" locomotive UP#4014 would be available for viewing at the Steamtown National Historic Site.  And then, UP#4014 could be serviced by both Steamtown and Union Pacific personnel until the end of the month, when UP#4014 would make its way to Philadelphia for America's 250th anniversary.  If I had made my plan to drive to Scranton, PA immediately after dropping RQS off at the station, RQS would not be able to communicate with her family - she had left her cell phone charging in my bedroom, and the earliest I could get it to her would be Wednesday.  If I couldn't get it to her then, it would be another 11 days before she'd have her phone in her hands.  (You can imagine what it would be like if you couldn't return phone calls for 2 weeks!)  So, I decided to drive to her place before I'd be affected by rush hour traffic jams.

It was a perfect day for me to wear a summery dress with a denim jacket - the weather was warm enough for a nice dress, but cool enough to want something to keep me warm after the sun goes down.  So, I figured that I'd get to RQS's place by 3 pm, surprise her with her phone, and then have a couple of tacos with her before driving back home.  And the dress was the most comfortable thing I could wear when walking to the taco shop.

But back to RQS's place....

I used my keys to enter her building then knocked on her door.  It was the most pleasant surprise she could have gotten.  A couple of hours later, we were eating tacos, and I was ready to drive home.  And that's where the 2nd forgotten item was left in the wrong place.  She forgot to take her keys when she want to the pottery studio.  Luckily, she has a neighbor who has broken in to her apartment (with permission) in the past, so that she could get into her apartment.

I'm glad I could have been there for her today, and that her neighbor was available to help her as well.

A drive to the Kingston Trolley Museum

 

The official name for the Kingston Trolley Museum is the Trolley Museum of New York.  Sadly, if this is New York's main trolley museum, we are doing the history of the Trolley (and of Mass Transit) in New York State a disservice.  No, it's not because the staff/volunteers aren't doing their best.  Instead, it's because they have a lot of "Dead" rolling stock in their yard, all waiting for proper restoration.  And that takes money, equipment and labor - all in short supply.

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RQS and I decided to drive up to the museum, as we wanted to get out of the house and do some sight seeing in the Hudson Valley.  So, we decided to dress for the weather (both of us in comfortable dresses) and make the 90 minute drive to Kingston.  Arriving at the museum at 2 pm, the place was devoid of life, save for the one volunteer explaining to 2 visitors how a NYC Subway control panel worked, and how the system prevented two trains from colliding into each other.  We were ignored while we walked around the exhibits and then into the area where they were restoring trolley cars.  Would we have paid $8 each for the visit?  No.  There wasn't that much to see, and we were glad that no one bothered to collect an admission fee.

After the museum, we drove home, and stopped for a late lunch at Panera.  By the time we were done, neither of us expected to be hungry until later - and unbeknownst to us, that would last most of the evening.  When we arrived home, we made ourselves comfortable and decided to take a nap.  Bu the time we woke up, a thunderstorm had passed through the region, and neither of us wanted the dinner we had planned on earlier in the day. 

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Hopefully, I'll soon get RQS out to Scranton, PA, where we can visit Steamtown, and a "Real" trolley museum next door....