Just a quick post to let you know I’m not stuck in my deep thoughts in the sticks any more. I’m back home now and I’m thinking shallow thoughts. Just kidding. I’m back though. My brother drove out with me and we had a really nice time hanging out, just the three of us (Baby Bug slept the whole way) I let my brother drive my new car and even though he hates German cars, he admitted my car was very fun to drive. (He’s a Honda mechanic.) Toby wasn’t very happy with me when my brother described how he drove my car. I had asked my Bro to put gas in it while I was in Walmart shopping with my mom and apparently he did some “tricks” in the parking lot while he waited for us. Arg. Oh well. At least he didn’t wreck it.
I wanted to write something about all the things I love about my mom’s house. Maybe to counter all the stuff I said about her clutter…But it’s late so I’m just going to spout off a quick rambly list:
Her garden, my mom’s garden is her pride and joy. The swing under the arbor that is always shady and pleasant no matter how hot the sun burns down… The blow-up swimming pool she puts up every year for my nieces, the popsicles in the freezer in the garage, the pepper trees that rain down pepper berries everywhere and smell like pepper. My mom’s spaghetti and her stash of baking chocolate that she doesn’t get mad about if I sneak off sections in the middle of the night. Her great big bed that is great for sprawling on and watching tv or just chatting. I can’t leave out the wireless internet–that rocks. Her vast variety of shampoos and hair products to choose from and my own special drawer with my own toothbrush and toothpaste and clothes for when I forget my own. The fish aquarium that dribbles water over the filter waterfall all night long, putting you to sleep like a white noise machine. The birds that chirp endlessly from the branches of the magnolia trees. The cats that run in and out. There is always a cat in sight because there are so many of them… Her loyal dogs that only listen to her and protect us ferociously… I could go on and on.
I do love visiting my mom’s house.
Up next: How I got my first nick in my car, and why my old roommate “Biff” would be proud of me.