Last month we went to NYC, not because we wanted to spend the day in the city, but because we had things to do, so we left Friday and took the train to Grand Central, did our things, ate some lunch walk some more . . .

and rest some too. After few hours in Manhattan, with all the crazy people and the millions of cars, not to mention all the armed soldiers all over the subway, we headed to the Bronx, to grandma's house, we stayed over night because . . .

It was Abby's birthday party next day. Abby is my niece, the daughter of my brother Henry, he lives with my mom, well; he has an apartment in the second floor of my mom's house. . . While we were there we encountered few weird things. . .

Like this Cat pot she had . . . I thought cats come from mommy cats, but I think it's only here in CT; in New York they are so advance they grow them on pots