Last Day in NY

Tomorrow we awaken at, ahem, Eldest Son called it, "Butt-thirty," and I must say I agree. We board Amtrak homeward at 7:15 -- that's am, folks. So today we go for it.
It's noon and Little One is resting as we had a long trip and day/night visiting Eldest Son. It was a great visit, I hasten to say, but a little tiring, and when Little One actually asks for a nap, I must listen.
In a half-hour or so, we venture to 180th to the post office I found online; we need to mail our post cards before we return! We will, however, beat them home. Then up to 181 to board Bus #3 to the NY Public Library. Been there three times and still not gotten inside. I don't understand their days/hours.
Then to Times Square to find a silk tie from a street vendor for Dear Husband, uptown, east, for Metropolitan Museum. Across Central Park for Lincoln Center. Stop at Columbus Circle for a buggy ride. Expensive, but I am feeling guilty at not having gotten her to see The Lion King.

Yesterday. Yesterday was a day to remember. Getting to know DIL and DGB -- you can't put a price on that. We took the ferry over to Staten Island. Saw Statue of Liberty from afar, took pics. Strangest thing. You can't go see Statue then ferry on over to Staten Island, even though you're already halfway there. You have to go back to Manhatten and start over.
We did normal home crap, ordered pizza in, figured out DIL's new sewing machine, watched videos. It got so late we could only sleep there, too late to return to apt. Awoke early this am and took ferry back over with Elder Son. Valuable time; we did not have any earth-shattering discoveries, but basic, normal, talking time, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Life is fragile. When you see someone you love so infrequently, you gotta savor every second. Anything can happen.
Yesterday was also a day of many strangers coming into our lives. Early on the subway, we had 2 ladies in front of us with their elderly mother in a wheelchair. Mother was apparently in poor health; she was wearing a coat, mittens, toboggan, and scarf. On June first. The sisters had a -- well -- not a heated discussion, it didn't appear to be an argument, more of a debate -- and they were speaking with conviction, and appeared to have differing viewpoints. I couldn't pick up enough to gather what they were discussing. Finally the one who tended to Mother the most, pulled a tattered New Testament from her pocket and read from it, smiling. Thank you, God, for reminding us that You are everywhere. Sometimes we forget.
At lunch, we were in a crowded lunchroom eating our sushi when an Indian woman, that is, a woman born in India, perched at the edge of our table to eat her food. Little One said, "You don't have to be on the edge like that -- please, join us." The woman smiled and joined us. Shared her story with us. It's too long for here but it was cool how Little One reaches out even in strange surroundings.
Well. 12:30 and she is sleeping hard. Maybe we won't go 'grab NYC' til 1.