We are on the road again and I miss the kids of course, but I also miss Jack and Lulu, my lap feels so empty. Before Lulu, my lap felt empty without Jack, but now that Lulu has maneuvered herself as part and parcel of the lap brigade, my legs feel doubly naked without my canine blanket.
These two love each other very much, when they are wet from the rain outside, they lick each other “dry” lol and they love sharing whichever couch they choose to hog, but of course laying on Maman is the best, however if my iPad is in the way, they still find ways to have some part of their body touch mine.
The way they surround me while we lounge, reminds me of the times when my son and daughter would be happy sitting on other side of me as we watched t.v while I read my book; they both poke fun at me because I watch t.v with my iPad attached to my lap at all times, but I think that they have forgotten that prior to the iPad or the Chromebook, my nose was constantly buried in a book.
The written word has always been my weakness, I identify with the character that Burgess Meredith played in the haunting episode of The Twilight Zone where he was locked in a bank vault, the world blows up, he emerged unscathed, is overwhelmed by the thought of peace and quiet, finally able to devour books at his leisure and Boom he trips, falls and breaks his glasses. Absolute Horror.
We’ll be home soon, looking forward to the squeals and the jumping for joy at our return, don’t worry, the children don’t do that, the joy is only exhibited by the dogs. lol
Our backyard is finally looking alive and thriving. It doesn’t look the same as last year which is fine, some things have gone and others aren’t responding as quickly, but that is to be expected. I still cannot get over how much of an impact two brutal winters can have on otherwise hearty plants.
Writing and posting picture of my gardens helps with all of the traveling that my husband and I do, when I look at my pictures, it feels like I have a piece of home with me. It also brings to mind all of the enjoyment that our backyard brings to the kids and the dogs. Lulu has discovered the freedom of the outside and you can’t keep her inside nowadays, she knows to push against the screen door with her nose and boom she is outside with Jack fast on her heels.
Our son vacuumed the pool and even took a dip yesterday, the water is still cold, but he said it felt great since he had gone for a run. I am sure that our daughter will be in the pool eventually, once she has enough time off from work. She is a trooper working two jobs, I am very proud of her. I am proud of both of my children, they are so helpful with whatever we ask of them. They are both good eggs.
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
Already I am not following directions; my title is free association, just what the daily prompt said it was all about. I do that sometimes, not often, but it does happen when I rapidly scan, because scanning isn’t really reading and I get ahead of myself and then I don’t follow directions.
Anyway I got off track. When I think of home, the words family, safe, comfort, mine, love, refuge come to my mind. The saying that home is where the heart is may be true, but having a physical structure that keeps you warm and safe with your loved ones is a very special place indeed.
When I think of soil; I think of wealth, clean, nurturing, chemistry, nutrients, growth, worms, even the term black gold comes to mind. I love soil and I firmly believe that healthy soil means a healthy planet. When you nurture your soil, you nurture life and nature.
Rain makes me think of words such as clean, thirst, melting, cool, cold and acid rain. I remember during the 1980’s there was an outcry in environmental circles over acid rain and we don’t hear about that anymore. The reason why I think of melting when the word rain comes into my head is because rain shouldn’t dissuade me from walking, it isn’t as if I am the wicked witch of the West and I’ll melt from being rained on, so when it rains I tell myself it is only water, I won’t melt; though the thought of acid rain does cross my mind every now and then. I wonder why we don’t speak of acid rain anymore.
If I was going to rename this post and I took the first words from my word association, the title would be family wealth clean, if I arranged the words properly then it would be clean family wealth, I like it.
Ah it is so good to be home again! Jack is very happy to see us.
Our son picked us up from the bus and as soon as we got home, he was out the door, off to see Limp Biskit in concert, out in Boston. I would have included a picture of our son, but I was way too slow, he was like Taz the Tasmanian Devil, up to his room and poof! out the door.
As you can see from the picture, Jack loves his perches, he has them almost everywhere. He has one here in the library, he has two others in the living room, he has one in our son’s room, and one in our daughter’s room. He loves looking outside with the sun shining on him, very much like a cat. He also make us think of Meerkats when he sits up on his haunches begging for food. He has a nice solid backside, perfect for sitting and looking from his papa to me and back to his papa, waiting patiently for some sort of morsel to come his way.
We are back home in Massachusetts. Jack was one happy camper when he saw out house as I pulled into our driveway. He is always happy being with us, but he is infinitely happiest when he is back in his house with his backyard and all of his perches. He loves his couches, his beds and his lounge chaise. I love our fireplace in the living room.
The drive back was uneventful except for the one time that the car from the middle lane tried to come over to the left lane and the very spot that I was presently occupying, I didn’t panic, I veered quietly to the left and sped up to get out of his way, all the while making sure that I was clear of any other option that I might have needed. The baby girl and my hubby were barely aware, my hubby actually looked up after I had finished with my maneuvers and said “Good save”.
Other than that, we are safe and sound at home. As soon as we came in, I turned the Christmas light back on, to make it more festive, the days after Christmas are so anti-climatic, a little light brings much needed cheer.
I find it interesting that even as an adult, summer still feels kind of like a summer vacation and now that September is drawing on nigh, the need to get back to the usual routine is calling, a back to order if you will. This summer I went here and there; Boston, New York, Miami twice and now I think all the traveling will lessen, I think. Today was a good day to get back to the routine of cleaning up, dishes, laundry, sorting and folding and giving the various small gardens a good soaking, plus the usual cardio walks that Jack really needs.
It is a lot of fun to get away from the, by the time summer rolls around, monotonous everyday chores, but after a few months, it feels good to get back into the groove of whatever routine you abide by, at least I try to have a routine, it helps keep me grounded and calm. I have always had issues with anxiety and stress and my life lessons have taught me, that keeping my good habits near me and being constant are healthy and helpful ways that work in my favor.
Today, even though I was happy to be back home, I had the baby girl foremost in my thoughts. I’m still getting used to the idea of her being so far away. When I spoke to her, I could hear that everything was going well and she told me that she was meeting new people, she even met someone from Paris, France, she is having fun and I am very happy for that.
Now to the subject of the baby boy, my eldest; he was very happy to see his Maman. I could tell by his actions even more than by his words. He comes and sits with me and he tells me what is going on and we talk about what we have read lately or seen on t.v or at the movies. Quiet conversation is what we share.
Jack, the other baby, he reclaims his lap and that is how he lets me know that I was missed. He didn’t squeal for me when I got back but like always he squealed for his Papa. I don’t get it.
Come early afternoon, I made sure to get some vegetables from the local farm stand because I was in withdrawal of my vegetables. There is something about dining out that makes properly eating one’s vegetables somewhat difficult. The choices available on a menu are too tempting to be sure, so even though I may have been missing them, my appetite for fun food was going to be sated and it was, by golly. My baby girl and I found a nice Asian restaurant which served both Thai and Japanese cuisine and we went there twice, I ordered the noodle dishes and she had sushi. I normally eat vegetables everyday, so after several days of starch, today definitely warranted some good healthy vegetables.
I made a simple shredded carrot salad seasoned with salt, pepper, lemon juice and sunflower oil. That is the beauty of vegetables, they are delicious with little help from other ingredients. From the farm stand I bought zucchini, and that was very easily prepared as well, sautéed shallots, minced garlic, salt and pepper, at the last minute I added a little bit of tomato sauce and some parmesan cheese and voila.
We are back home with the babies, actual and canine. The baby boy and the baby girl took very good care of the house and Jack. I am not surprised, we are very lucky with our babies, they are quite sweet. Jack squealed for his Papa, he never squeals for me. I know that he is very happy to see me, but I don’t incite the squeals that my hubby does. He gets the whole big show, each time, without fail, it starts with Jack running around sniffing near the stove and the sink looking for mice and then running to his Papa, stopping and putting himself in his playful stance where he starts to squeal. Then the chase begins until they are nice and tired. I get the tail wag and his paws up on my legs with the big stretch and that is it. What I do is ask Jack if he wants to go for a walk with Maman and he goes to the door and sits. He is so cute.
Our two other babies were happy to see us, but were busy with their own social life which is fine, they are young and fancy free and that is how it should be, my hubby and I take, our missing of the children when they were younger, out on Jack. He gets a lot of our hugs and kisses. I don’t think that he minds.