Right at this moment, as I write this, my baby is waking up in LA. When I got home from work last Friday he informed me he was leaving right at that moment for a Networking convention in North Carolina. My first reaction was to grab him by the legs, tackle him to the ground and say “NO! NO! NO!”. But not wanting to be “that Mom” I just said “OK Honey, please call me when you get there”. When he returned from North Carolina he informed me he was leaving the next day for LA/Vegas. The boy is trying to kill me. This time I did grab his legs, tackle him to the ground and say “NO! NO! NO!”. He is in LA. Clearly he wants to kill me.
I apologize to all the cars that followed me from Suffolk Downs to Winthrop this morning with my right directional blinking. I may have been listening to the radio a wee bit too loud to hear that it was still on. My apologies.
I know how very wrong this is but none the less, it helps the sad.
It is Sunday afternoon and all I have accomplished this weekend is one Zumba class, breakfast with friends, cleaned the Thinker’s drawers, Sam came for the weekend, dinner and games with friends, coffee with friends, made Mac and Cheese, read the Sunday paper, watched Red Dawn (the original was better), one load of laundry, caught up in my journal and played on this blog. I did not do any of my weekend cleaning. Whatever.
I know I told you The Thinker is in LA/Vegas. What you might not know is that when he was in 1st grade he changed his name to Jose. Yup, he did. He walked into the nurse’s office (his favorite place to be) and told Nurse Stacey he was changing his name to Jose. Fast forward to today and the only two people who still call him Jose are Stacey and my Dad. My Dad loved a nickname and Jose stuck. Mario has been away for a week and I have heard from him 3 times. His second text said “Ma, I had to use someone else’s pass to get into the Pizza Show and the name on my pass is Jose”. You can not tell me that wasn’t my Dad letting him know he was happy he and Ugo were together in Vegas and that he was with them both. Jose and Girrard. (Ugo’s nickname).
The boogies are back and since I only had clear nostrils for a week I was thinking maybe I had allergies. On Friday I decided to take a Zyrtec and see if that helped. I got the bottle from the medicine cabinet and tried to read the directions. I said tried because with my glasses on and with my glasses off I could not read the teeny, tiny print. At one point I sat down and tried to read it. Not really sure why I thought sitting down would make me see better but I tried. Finally I gave up and brought the bottle to work and had Janeeen read me the dosage. It did not help. I do not have allergies. I am old.
I am happy to know that if I wake up at 4:00 am and can not fall back to sleep at least 3 of my friends are also up and willing to chat.
A friend posted this on her wall; In French you do not say “I miss you”. You say “Tu me manques” which means “You are missing from me”. Even though I took 4 years of French I am not sure if this is true. None the less, I think it’s perfect. So, “Mon Pere, tu me manques”. I love that.
The Saint still has not found a truck. It’s getting ugly.
These last few days my heart has been in California with my family. I have been taking comfort in the many pictures and memories I have of my family in the house. It feels as if I am surrounded by their love. I miss them and I hope they know they are always in my heart. See! they are not tchotchkes, they are love.
This is a photo of my Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles at a night club. Sienna used the photo as an invitation. She is cool like that. It is on my bureau so I see it every day.