Yesterday went by better than expected. I ended up cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. It was weird, because it doesn’t look stunningly different. Some things I notice though. Like the floor being freshly mopped, and a pile of clutter removed from the top of the dryer in the room that’s shared with our kitchen. I also played several games of “Guess Who” with my kids.
Our kitchen is like a food truck. Sometimes, while I’m cooking, I pretend that I am in one. There is a little window, above the sink that could easily be the spot where people order and get their meals. If I were to think of one thing I’ve missed the most this year, besides family events, it would be food trucks at festivals. Like when the local brewery had a party in the shared parking lot with the library and bank. That parking lot was transformed into with white tents and long tables, and all the people talking and drinking. I remember we saw my husband’s aunt and uncle. They were sitting up front, at a picnic table, by near the music. We hugged them both and continued toward the beer.
It used to be worth it to run/exercise just to be able to eat some junk I could get at a festival.
On the bright side, my in-laws have a new kitten. She showed up a few weeks ago. We drove over there to visit again today. My kids love animals, and it’s good to get outside in the sun. The weather was pretty good for December…32F. I keep thinking that if it were to simply get colder and colder, without snowing right away, the little pond nearby would freeze into an amazing ice skating rink. We’ll have to wait awhile though…I don’t want to Jack Frost this thing (See “Rise of the Guardians” if that reference makes no sense).
The more I’m home, the more I think and think and think. I start staring at the steam of my coffee and begin trying to make out shapes. I remember when my son was little and he thought the smoke that came after blowing out a candle was made of ghosts. I love my son. I love all my kids. It just that your first child changes you. Like you were someone, but you didn’t know you were incomplete. Then, you have your first baby and its a crash landing where you are falling and grasping for some way to right yourself. My son and I grew up a lot in his first few years.
All the best to you and your loved ones!
Terra
Life Without Montages 