27 08 2009

la1This week between the end of August and Labor Day seems to be a turning point in my life year after year.   It was particularly tough marking time between Billy’s death and the actual funeral Labor Day weekend a year ago.  But for decades prior to that, it was back to school time.

Time for routine – and it was a welcomed change after unstructured hazy hot days of summer especially in Spain when the heat really seems to crank and brush fires leave that acrid smell hanging in the air.  The first weeks back in books was welcomed as life settled into a certain rhythm were I could count on a few uninterrupted hours of quiet.

This morning there is a certain crisp chill in the air reminding me of clock watching, hurry up breakfasts, a mad dash for backpacks and the rumble of yellow buses pausing at pre-determined spots along streets.

Of all the seasons, I seem to be most productive in the Fall.  Almost a decade past the decades spent tied to the academic calendar, I still feel my internal motors revving up.  Today, after a two day adventure in Maytag repairman school, I have things to do for sure.  There is laundry (with my fingers crossed that the $250 repair plus another $50 invested in things that broke after he left – will hold).  There is a suitcase to pack.  A plane to catch tomorrow morning.

Best Boy called me on Monday mid-day to say that the trip planned for LA (which I knew nothing about) was going to be a month long rather than a week.  We all know this is the trip.  He may come back for a visit after a month but this is the “move”.  It’s been planned for and talked about for over a year but made all the sweeter knowing his Mimi is THERE and not here.

It wasn’t until a news story remembering the events of Hurricane Katrina during these days in 2005 that I realized that Shop Girl and I were settling her in LA four years ago right now.  Without a TV or a radio during those days and feeling cut off from world events yet thrown into the world of Ikea and unpacking – we “missed” Katrina.  I didn’t see images or get brought up to speed until weeks later.

Four years later – lots of water under lots of bridges – lots of changes.  I will settle into a new quiet around here -at least until The Awaited One decides to make his entrance in 6 weeks or so.  I embrace this new chapter of quiet and chaos in juxtaposition.  The Dr. and I can always escape to the land where a stop at the corner can get you Chinese food and Donuts at once.  You gotta love the City of Angels!

Ground control to Major Tom

21 07 2009


Forty years.  Count them…4 – 0.  If Best Boy hadn’t been glued to the Science Channel these days and asking me what I remember from the first moon landing when I was a day short of 14 years old, I’m not sure I would have remembered the exact dates off the top of my head.  I take that back.  I remember getting a charm for my charm bracelet that commemorated the event.  I knew it was around my bday but I wouldn’t have remembered the year.

Does this kiddo that Shop Girl outfitted for a film project last year have any idea how things will spin out for him in the next 40 years?  I sure couldn’t have predicted 1/100th of what has happened in last 480 months.

At one point, I was sure I was going to be a Physical Therapist.  The closest I got to that was sitting in countless sessions interrupting for Hispanic patients and their families.  Does that count?  I did learn a thing or two.

By the time I finished college, I thought that if I hadn’t written my first book  by the age of 25,  I’d be all washed up.  So I must be washed up because all I’ve got is about 20 years worth of journals and a blog that will be a year old in a few days.

I guess I saw myself married but the most unlikely pairing of a wild child and a missionary kid is hardly what people were betting on.  Two kids, a dog, a cat and a house…and 31 years later and the Dr. is still hangin’ in there.  Poor guy.

Even in my late 20’s when we moved to Spain, we knew that wouldn’t be forever…but we had no idea of what the “ever after” looked like.

I hardly doubt that I have another 40 to go – although the Mrs.’ dad was past 90 when he died.  Suppose I do make it till 2035…my goals have changed some.  All I want to do before then is to clean out my own basement.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Commencing countdown.

Engines on,

Check ignitions,

And may God’s love be with you.

(here’s David Bowie’s original 1969 video.)

song of the day – on so many levels

12 02 2009