Moving in
May 13, 2007 | Filed under: Humdrum, La Madre
“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” ~Elizabeth Stone
After lunch at Chef Geoff’s with Kimber and LB, I departed for Upstate NY. Approximately 20 minutes into the trip my eyeballs were falling out of my head and I was adjusting so that I was on top of the steering wheel in order not to fall asleep. So I stopped between DC and Baltimore and took an hour long nap in a Best Buy parking lot.
When I finally got to my mother’s abode, a mere six hours later, I walked in the door and bellowed: “Hello! I’m here! Forever! Happy Mother’s day”
She sighed heavily and looked crestfallen while I dragged seven suitcases inside: “I would have rather gotten an ipod.”
Whatever, I tried.
Since that warm greeting I’ve cleaned the bathroom and my desk off so that I’d have a place to sit on my ass and pick my ears and/or write. The process of deep cleaning drawers is a cathartic one. It’s like a mini treasure hunt for all things circa 1996. Which means finding my copy of Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and an American Girls catalogue with the pages dog eared for all the cool accessories for Addy. She was going to be one tricked out Civil War era doll.
It’s always amazing the random things I once held near and dear to me, shoved away in a drawer and long forgotten. Things that I just had to have forever and now almost 10 years later, I look at a photo of Nsync on the cover of CosmoGirl!, and question just how many winecoolers had been imbibed for me to think that Lance Bass was hot.
Some things are being gently picked through, as if I’ll find that one thing that’s been missing for so long. Some things will just be dropped into a hefty bag. And some things will be stared at for several minutes. Looking at all of the details and then placed gently back into the drawer for another time.
HollowSquirrel says:
Your mom was kidding, RIGHT? I don’t even have an iPod and I know I’d rather have you move in with us!
Our guest room is always open, although… we have a policy against Lance Bass posters hanging on the walls. Sorry.
Yes she was kidding. I think. So far, so good though.
mdvelazquez says:
Congrats on a successful move.
Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was one of my favorite books.
Thanks. I love that book as well, that’s why I still have it after all these years.
gorillabuns says:
adorable baby pic and newspaper headline a must save, lance bass not-so-much.
Lance Bass is in the garbage and the newspaper is in my bottom desk drawer
GreenCanary says:
Ah, I remember cleaning out my treasures… I came across a ginormous button of Jordan from the New Kids On The Block. Sweet, sweet memories… *singing “The Right Stuff” with gusto*
I was totally humming “Bye Bye Bye” (dance moves included) when I saw that cover.
kris says:
the site looks great, hb. it’s official; i am the last of the blogspotters left.
glad you are home safe!
Come to the other side, Kris. I promise, it’s not too bad.
Bone says:
“Someone needs to stop feeding this child.”
ROFL
THAT is one of the best pictures I have ever seen. Ever!
Thanks, pal.
metalia says:
You loved American Girls, too?! The happiest day of my nine-year old self’s existence involved getting the Samantha doll for my birthday…as well as the matching dress for myself. Because it’s not at all creepy that they make matching clothes like that.