A whirlwind last few days, full of much driving. A week ago today, I drove down to south Georgia to hand off the two youngest boys to my sister -in-law who was taking them to FL where they’d spend a few days with Mike’s family. And then back. Then college-aged daughter and I spent a lazy weekend back here before heading to Charleston on Monday. One of my older sons and daughter-in-law live in Charleston, so we spent New Years’ with them, which was very nice. Went to Mass at the Cathedral, lunch here, and Katie and I stayed here. Daughter-in-law made a variety of croissants – from scratch – which were patisserie-worthy. She learned via this website, and highly recommends it.
Now college-aged daughter is winding her way back to school. I drove down to Florida Wednesday night, spent the night with my good friend Dorothy – didn’t feel bad about crashing because she’s one of my oldest friends so I wouldn’t, but also because Dorothy came and hung out with us in Rome for a week in November – oh, and then drove back up to Birmingham yesterday, all in time for basketball practice last night. Not me, one of them.
Driving is something I don’t mind. I even look forward to it, honestly, especially in the present mode of life which involves NEVER BEING ALONE EVER AT ANY TIME EVER AGAIN APPARENTLY.
Ahem. I don’t even need music. I can sit and just think and drive for hours at a time, as I did last night. Sweet.
By the way, my favorite “introvert” search term over the past week was “introvert and houseguests.”
I received this for Christmas:
Tell you why and how.
My kids always want to know what to get me for Christmas. I always say, “Earrings,” because it’s a legitimate need. I always need earrings because I always lose them. Or, more accurately, I always lose one. If society wouldn’t judge me for wearing mismatched earrings, I’d be fine, but such is not the world we live in, hence I am always in need of earrings.
But it is getting boring and predictable, and this year I had an inspiration when my daughter asked about taking the little boys to get me something.
In Europe, I’d discovered what much of the world already knew about – the electric water kettle. Fell in love with its sweet little quick-boiling self. So I said, “You take them to Target and sort of navigate them towards small appliances, drop hints, and see what happens.”
It wasn’t unrealistic. I had gone on about those kettles, and they’d heard me.
So they went, and this is how it went down:
(Walking down the aisle, surrounded by blenders and toaster ovens:
D. : So…did Mom ever talk about anything she really liked…in Europe maybe?
J: Well…there were these glass chickens that she liked.
(This is the kind of thing he was talking about. Impressive memory.)
D: Well, anyway…oh, look over there. Coffeemakers.
J: Mom doesn’t drink coffee. She drinks tea. Wait! Look!…
..and he picked out the perfect gift, all by himself….
The shingles are better, thank you. And then two days later, she broke the bone in the tip of her index finger in her very own front door. Idiot. So much for years-long “not needing medical care” streak.
Back to school, slowly. The 2nd grader reviewed his multiplication tables, and did far better than he’d done before Christmas. No struggle at all. I guess his brain used that rest very well and did a lot of subconscious work over the past couple of weeks. Brains do that. Useful lesson for me. 6th grader started a new math chapter, new vocab unit, they watched this video (checked out from the library, your friend) – even though I hate Disney, in general, I’d read good things about this series, and it was an entertaining review of Newton’s Laws of Motion. Talk about Reconciliation, about Epiphany…and then a trip to the Birmingham Museum of Art this afternoon to catch the Norman Rockwell exhibit before it closes. We’ll be a little more organized and thorough next week. I hope.
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