So, about that move ... it is still happening, as in: we moved in, and then we moved partway out, and now we are about to move back in again. If I told you all of the reasons for that, you would call me a liar. So I am going to skip the unbelievably tawdry details and simply share that I seriously love the new place. There are awesome neighbors, even with each of us having what passes for serious acreage around here; they come out when they see our car pull in, and, suddenly, the kids have some surrogate grandparents, bonus dogs, and more new friends. I know the mailman's name (Cruz). I also know two gas men, a plumber, a contractor, a pool guy, a pool leak guy, a cable guy, four Task Rabbits, and seven pest control guys who really should be cast in a film all together, 'cause they are straight outta Jersey even though they are from NorCal, yo.
In any event, while this move practically put me underwater, I am finding life rafts, such as:
- My daughter Petunia is suddenly looking straight into my eyes. At two shoe sizes bigger than mine, she was bound to reach and pass up my height, but not at twelve. Ah, well -- if I can't be statuesque, she may as well be.
- My son Dash is fascinated with cars. All he wants to talk about every single minute of every single day is cars. What is the first car I ever wanted, did I have it, why or why not, what might have been better, what cars did my parents/grandparents/friends' parents have, what car would I buy if I were a billionaire, why do I think the neighbors drive the cars they drive ... But I drew the line when he told me he would become a NASCAR driver when he grew up, telling him he was welcome to do that after he became a mechanical engineer who designed new cars. His reply? "I'm going to ask Elon Musk to talk Tesla coils with me before I commit." No, I am not kidding.
- One of my friends is starting a spreadsheet with things I have never done and should do after I admitted that I had never eaten sushi until three weeks ago. This could be lots of fun. What should I add?
- Another childhood friend has proposed a summer child-free cruise from Florida to the Bahamas. I do not believe she has heard about all of the norovirus and/or cruise ship fires/strandings/malfeasance in the news these days. However, I did Google said cruises and they are cheaper than cheap. So I think I may have just added "take cheap cruise" to my spreadsheet, coupled with "pack animal-print polyester pantsuit." What the hell; we are doing this because we are both turning 40 this year, so I might as well go with it.
- Oh. My. God. I'm turning 40 this year. How did THAT happen?
- So what.
- Today, a friend's gardener made a dream come true for me: he planted a couple of wine barrels of herbs right outside my kitchen. I have parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, basil, lavender, and will soon add mint and oregano. We also prepped a patch for several varieties of squash (delicata -- blossoms! -- acorn, and zucchini, will soon add another TBD), a patch outside my office for wildflowers, a whole long patch for more wildflowers along the horse trail ... and a pumpkin patch! Come autumn, when you reach the end of our cul-de-sac, you'll be staring straight at a patch full of Big Max pumpkins, sugar pie pumpkins, and jack o' lantern pumpkins. In future plans: strawberries, tomatoes, lettuces, and a couple of berry bushes. And more flowers ... can't have enough flowers!
- Did I mention that I feel so connected with my farm-girl roots, the earth, nature, my kids (the boy dug and dug today!) and love love love living in the country already?!
And that is all for now. Tomorrow will bring more digging up of dirt, but the best part is what it all represents: turning that earth over, sowing the seeds of a new life, and watching it blossom and grow into something beautiful. I already see it in the love and support of my friends, and I can't wait to repay them a little by feeding them with produce from my "gratitude garden."