Steve is out of town for two days - doing some construction at 55 Burtis Ave. and playing drums for some dance classes at CW Post. At the same time, my car is in the shop. It has been there for almost a full week. I hate to say it, but on Long Island it would have been done in a day or two. I also called to have someone come out and look at our washing machine last week - on Wednesday. No one has come yet. They don't give you a date, they just say that they'll call you the morning that they can fit you in. We are a little stir crazy here without a car and no papa, but better here than Elmont. At least we can go outside here. Aidan keeps bringing me the car keys, putting his shoes on, dragging my jacket over to me. He says "AR" (translation: car). I keep saying, "we don't have a car, honey" but this kid wants to go out and party, he keeps on trying.