I no longer iron, wax floors, polish furniture, have separate dishware/silverware for holidays and guests, or use any sort of plug-in/stick-on/drop-in/standalone air fresheners.
All were just normal practices growing up in mine and friends' homes, but became "meh, can't bother" when I flew the coop. What's no longer in practice for you?
Edit: Sprain Brook, not BRP.
Was driving back up from Long Island tonight, and there was tree debris everywhere on the parkway. Some trees looked twisted and guardrail bent in various places. Around Tuckahoe Road/Jackson Avenue exits. It was an eerie, liminal feeling. Didn't see anything on the fire wires, but it reminded me when a microburst sliced down a line of trees in the Sparta area of Ossining a few years ago.
Just stopped at a convenience store in West Nyack, and there were no prices posted on anything—snacks, coffee, sundries. No stickers, no shelf tags. I asked the clerk, and he said I'd have to take items I wanted up to the counter for a price check. Big nope, so I left. In NYC, it's against the law not to post prices in some form, but I'm not clear if there's Rockland or State regulations on this.
I don't ever think I've seen a number that high living here. Reminds me of the summer I lived in Arizona.
(Note: US-based experiences)
"At beautiful Mount Airy Lodge, all you have to bring is your love of everything"
"Call 8-6-4-6-9-Oh-Oh"
and go...
My son has taken to peeling off the stickers of my polish. It's a dark gunmetal gray with very fine holo glitter.
Who can tell me which Sesame Street clips were the inspiration? 😉
I read it when I was in junior high school, so it was likely it came from Scholastic or one of the school publishers. Scenes I remember: the girl pinching her cheeks to look flushed during roll call; her sister holding rocks above her head, threatened to be shot if she dropped them; and the girl (and maybe her sister) running away from a line while marching to another concentration camp, hiding in a small shed or dog house until the soldiers stop looking for her/them. She/they are eventually found by Allied forces who had been approaching, hence the move to a different concentration camp.
For merely discussing the disposal of spotted lanternflies. So be aware these are now a bot-protected class of animals, and you shall not glorify yeeting their souls into invasive insect heaven.
Veronica would probably be a Sarah.
I last played it maybe 15-20 years ago. It was a free PC download, and a patch was needed to play the game in English. It was a platform game with a cute little vampire as the main character. It might have been titled "[NAME] the Cute Vampire" in Japanese.
Game play elements I remember were bats you may have had to fight and a book you needed to collect to advance to the next level. I think there were about eight levels and the final boss was a giant baby. It didn't have any gore and likely would have been rated for everyone to play.
No luck Googling this due to the myriad vampire games out there.
EDIT: Thank you all for your input. I'll take him to the reflection pools and save the museum for when he's older.
I believe there is a youth tour that bypasses some of the more distressing material. I have a 6-year-old who's an advanced reader, and he read my older daughter's "I Survived" book on the topic. He now had a fascination with the topic, but he doesn't fully grasp the somberness of the day (the way he talks about it is more like an action film plot). I've told him about what I was doing and my reaction to the day, but he wants to learn more. Wondering if it is worth taking him down there or wait a few years.