1) yard work makes me thirsty.
2) I like to pretend that I am racing the person on the treadmill next to me.
3) in the light of day, poetry written after wine at night isn’t as good as you thought it was.
4) you may call me…the crotch.
5) I was pretty sure I wasn’t a hippy….it seems I was wrong.
6) great friends and good food makes for time well spent.
7) I am in the running with my dad for who can embarrass a roomful with one comment.
8) watching a grown man eat with a baby spoon makes me giggle.
9) my girl comes home today!
10) we’ve had the JuJu for a year and I have never heard her make a sound.
And one to grow on:
The human brain is a curious thing. Our ability to compartmentalize life amazes me. The whole time while the goose has been on her trip, I have spent the days plugged in to the bug. We have shopped and cooked and watched movies. He has spent his days singing, which is nothing new. But, without the goose here no one is eye rolling or mumbling under their breath about it. I had forgotten how the dynamic of a family changes when one member is removed. The goose is like a terrier. Always moving. Her energy is a palpable electricity. The bug is more of a St. Bernard. Slow. Lumbering. Sweet. Will do anything you ask. I found that during the day I didn’t think of her much. At night my dreams were filled with her. That she lost things on the trip. Her passport. Her credit card. That my alarm didn’t go off and I missed meeting her at the bus so they took her back to Montreal. Maybe my brain is preparing me for what the less full nest will be like. Maybe, in the same way that pregnancy prepares us for motherhood, these trips prepare us for less mothering. “To everything turn turn.” I guess I’m not as unready as I thought to let them go.