Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I came back in and asked Ian if he knew that Devon was coming and that he had been here. Is he still here? Well now, that was a very good question. I hadn't thought of that, and yes he was. Our guys are so small and used to him that he easily does it by himself. He was just putting his stuff away so I offered him a beer and we kibitzed on the deck for a while and then he was off to the next stop. He's like the scriptural wind - he blows whither he will.
Speaking of wardrobe, I recently purchased The Wardrobe Wakeup: Your guide to looking fabulous at any age." I know - odd thing to buy in retirement, but I've thinned down my closet a lot and was looking for some tips to make everything count. My favorite tip so far is to sort all clothes by color. I can't believe how effective that is - I found a lot of things I had forgotten I had. Man, do I have a lot of black tops.
When I got there they were down to trying to fit in the last weird pieces. Out of my purse came the trusty tape measure that Amy gave me years ago. They hammed it up with their dirty hands, but tomorrow is the big day. They'll be on the road, Matt towing his truck behind this rig and Julia driving her car with their pets. They've made the decision to relocate to Bend, Oregon where his brother already lives. I'll miss them but I know that Bend is a very good place to build their future. Sigh.
Books Read in April:
The Night Circus, Erin Morganstern
The Messenger, Daniel Silva
When You Reach Me, Rebecca Stead (Newbery Award)
Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman (Newbery Award)
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Christina and I were amazed by the size of houses as Karen showed us around the area. She explained that the farmhouse addition is common. The original house became too small as the family grew, so an addition was built onto the back. In time that became a third addition, then fourth and so on.
It's so different here in the wide open, disposable land West where properties were abandoned and people moved on. We were impressed by how well these houses have withstood the elements and time. The West wasn't even a mote in their father's eye.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
I can't in this short space digest all the things that have transpired over the past 26 years, but there is no way John's parents chose the easy way. They were the only adoptive parents Chrissie considered and they have been more than perfect. Easy way? I still reel at that.
The flight home Monday was unforgettable. We got stuck with six hours in the air due to a strong headwind and a late push-off time while they calibrated weight and jettisoned standby passengers. I didn't pay for the onflight WiFi connection so was stunned to be playing a game on my iPad and receive a one-line news blip that two were confirmed dead and hundreds injured in Boston. A message popped through from my son - "get out of there, Boston has been bombed. Not kidding."
Because of our delay, we landed and sprinted to the next gate to make our connecting flight and so were out of touch for hours. Monday will be etched in our minds as for most of Americans. I think for my generation it will be much like, where were you when John Kennedy was shot. I'm sorry to have that cloud hanging over our reunion.
The flight was painfully long - cramped seats, cramped knees. After the first hour, Alexia entertained herself by going to the bathroom. Mommy took her first, I took her second, and then after that she was confident enough to go on her own. Mostly she was visiting with the stewards. She apparently told them her whole history because when we deplaned they all called to her and said - goodbye Auntie.
Cutest six-week-old baby picture in the world.
Or maybe this one. I know how rich I am- rich where it matters.
Friday, April 19, 2013
They fired off a cannon - very loud.
Paul Revere came.
The drum and fife corps led the rabble out of the muster area.
They were asking for volunteers who would willing to join the militia and fight for freedom. Christina and Alexia signed on. The British are coming!!! The structures are part of this living museum with costumed docents, including a tavern and silversmith that we visited and more that we didn't.
The volunteers are getting trained by a scout and a drummer. The drummer explained that the drum beat is what they need to listen for instruction - it's the sound that gets through all the cacophony of war. They are drilling with sticks in lieu of rifles.
Ready to muster - and, march!
I subbed today for the first time in an elementary school and it was a blast, though I am exhausted tonight. I had eight classes for library visits and finally had the opportunity to read to and interact with the pupils - lots of pupils. I'll want to sub there again. In the meantime someone needs to do my laundry, but tomorrow is CERT traffic control training. Good grief.