It's one month before my 41st birthday, and I've been feeling pretty good about it. Everyone tells me I don't look anything near my age, and could easily pass for 10 years younger. Which works out well since The Tall Guy is 10 years younger than I and looks his age. Apparently however, these are my friends and I should keep them close. To wit, the following:
Last night, The Tall Guy was feeling very ill and quite frightened about it. He asked to go the ER. As they were checking him out, the registration person stopped to chat with him for a minute before he directed her to me for information. So I'm sitting in the little "privacy booth" giving name, address, etc, when she drops the bomb. The Big One.
"So you're his mother?"
I think I need to lie down.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Springtime meditations
The Tall Guy started some yardwork this past week, which is our benchmark for the return of spring. Woo. Hoo. We've been having a lot of conversation about what direction to head in when we're ready to buy a house - both ideologically and geographically. Do we want to stay in this area near family and keep my horrendous daily commute of over an hour each way? (Add in the mileage I rack up during the day and I'm putting over 800 miles on my new-ish car each week) OR do we want to say goodbye to the people that we rarely see anyway, and who will NEVER come visit us and move closer to any of my four field offices? I'm leaning toward the latter.
Other than that, we're keeping our options wide open. As long as there are a few acres and a livable structure that we can afford, we'll turn it into what we want over time. I can't wait to NOT SHARE A WALL WITH ANOTHER FAMILY. It will be so nice. I still hold onto my dream of a yurt, or quonset or reclaimed home (renovated church or firehouse or warehouse space), but when the right thing comes along, we'll know it. Just like we did with each other.
My mother and I have talked about her moving down here after she sells her house. I don't know when/if that would be, or if she would possibly choose us over Florida, but I remain hopeful. I can picture her in the garden with The Tall Guy, planning and digging, bonding in the dirt. I miss my mom. We're planning a trip to NYC for Mother's Day/my birthday, so at least I'll get a few days with her. But how wonderful it would be to have her here every single day.
Not much else going on. Food, of course. Always food around here - as evidenced by the continually expanding width of my butt and The Tall Guy's Buddha belly. I spent six hours in the kitchen yesterday making cannelloni al forno for the first time. It came out perfectly, although I'll make some adjustments to the recipe next time around. It's massively time-intensive and worth every minute, even if my feet do hurt today :)
Till next time.
Other than that, we're keeping our options wide open. As long as there are a few acres and a livable structure that we can afford, we'll turn it into what we want over time. I can't wait to NOT SHARE A WALL WITH ANOTHER FAMILY. It will be so nice. I still hold onto my dream of a yurt, or quonset or reclaimed home (renovated church or firehouse or warehouse space), but when the right thing comes along, we'll know it. Just like we did with each other.
My mother and I have talked about her moving down here after she sells her house. I don't know when/if that would be, or if she would possibly choose us over Florida, but I remain hopeful. I can picture her in the garden with The Tall Guy, planning and digging, bonding in the dirt. I miss my mom. We're planning a trip to NYC for Mother's Day/my birthday, so at least I'll get a few days with her. But how wonderful it would be to have her here every single day.
Not much else going on. Food, of course. Always food around here - as evidenced by the continually expanding width of my butt and The Tall Guy's Buddha belly. I spent six hours in the kitchen yesterday making cannelloni al forno for the first time. It came out perfectly, although I'll make some adjustments to the recipe next time around. It's massively time-intensive and worth every minute, even if my feet do hurt today :)
Till next time.
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