November 8, 2015

On a Sunday morning, at 6:41, I was up.  When I realized, however, which day it was, I fell back asleep with such passion and joy, that I cannot even begin to explain it.  Really, I fell asleep passionately. 

The first thing on our list was to see Sophia, but visiting hours weren’t until noon, so Brian told us to hang on, thus the next thing on the list was…Costco…on a weekend…in the rain.  Those three points together are near cause for head explosion, especially for someone like me who enjoys walking quickly and getting things done.  It was so crowded inside that within minutes, I was going crazy.  The Boy didn’t find any “winter clothes” he liked, there were no available food samples to appease Maggie, so we left.  The kids both swore up and done that they never wanted to go inside that store again…and I must admit, my attitude must have had something to do with it.  I have simply never found anything I really like in there that is worth the headache of the crowds other than the optical service.

 

Next on the list was Old Navy for Mags, then REI so I could return the Yeti icepack, which melts faster than the cheap ice packs I bought.  Then, when we couldn’t agree on food , we headed up the hill.  Sophia was home and we wanted to check on our favorite girl.  Connie and Rodger were there, too, which is always wonderful.  Little Sophia was a doing well.  Fortunately the doctors were able to rule out septic arthritis or juvenile rheumatoid arthritis.  The kids all had fun playing with ChinChin, the chinchilla and I had a wonderful time talking with Brian, Lindsay, Connie and Rodger.

 Back at home, we started a quick pack up session and it was here that THAT BOY almost drove me to wit’s end.  Clothes I had purchased for him months ago suddenly didn’t “fit” him and he told me that obviously I didn’t understand his growth spurt.  Well.  Unless that “spurt” has affected parts that I do not know about, then I beg to differ, son.  After tempers were cooled, he and I left to free the ratmouse and get his jacket and boots – dad gets to supply jeans (which were already too small after a few months).  What scares me is that he is really about to shoot up and out.  I need to find cheap clothing until he is stable.

Home for more packing up, then Who and Office on tv.  This is their last Sunday night here and I am kind glad, though I really wish I had some help packing more stuff up.  The shed is already pretty much boxed up, but I will need a truck to transport some stuff from point A to point B and make a dump run.  I learned a lot this weekend about attachment to stuff (although yes, that cardigan I donated could have been worn today) thus it is much easier throwing stuff out or donating.  I want a fresh start at this new place.  Yes, it is twice as big as this house, and yes, it is in a “normal neighborhood”(first one I will have ever lived in), but I do not want to be impeded by Stuff the way I was here.  There is a great deal of Change whirling about me – a lot of Death, Lives forever altered and New Lives just beginning.  As I sit here at night, listening to sound of the gently dripping rain through the open window, I open my heart and jump emotionally into the Future Unknown.

Pictures:  RAIN!  The glorious Nectar of Life; The kiddos having fun with Chinchin; I, apparently, am The Chinchilla Whisperer...; Also, I seem to meditate with them...it must be a spiritual thing.