So excited! We’ve been in upstate New York since August and our social life is finally picking up!
14 minutes ago, in 2009, middle son Quinn on the road to college…
College ended yesterday, but the band played on…
The temperature actually rose above freezing today! Sylvie, wisely, took the rare opportunity to hang outside and bask in the sun.
…for about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile I, inspired more by the hope than the reality of Spring, decided to embark on a little Spring cleaning.
I started with my computer’s address book which I purged, in the blink of the delete button, of many of the vestiges of our old life. Gone, instantly, were house sitters, insurance guys, tutors, trainers, someone’s mortgage broker we never used, electricians, furnace people (did we ever even HAVE a furnace?), friends of the boys who they are no longer friends with, their parents who we only pretended to be friends with to begin with, some nice French guy I met at a TED conference, camp counselors, hair dressers, great Take Out places (Good-bye Reddi Chick!), gyms, the orthodontist (but not our dentist Dr. Chin! Never Dr. Chin!), and the guy who used to deliver soda and water in glass bottles. And in the Fs, one I found especially hard to delete, a dear relative newly gone from our little spinning planet.
As I scrolled through the names, wielding my delete button freely, it felt as if our long California life was passing before my eyes. It was sad – and sweet – and when I was done, I felt refreshed, happy to see the names of my real friends left standing, somehow easier to find.
Now that we don’t have our chicks around to obsess about, we’ve moved on to the dog.
This weekend we left her with a new dog-sitter (eek!), who immediately pegged us for the psycho helicopter dog parents that we are and has kindly spent the weekend texting us pictures to let us know our beloved fourth child is still alive.
Today, we received this:
After we established that she was, in fact, still living, we parsed the photograph for clues as to our angel’s mental, physical and emotional state. We wondered if she was eating enough. Were her ribs that visible when we left her? Her lack of sociability concerned us too. Since when is she a back-of-the-classroom kind of dog? And why isn’t she looking at the camera? Is she painfully shy, or did she recently go blind?!?!
But the question we pondered the most was…
“What is she THINKING?”
Sam’s convinced it’s: “I don’t do cameras.”
I’m leaning toward: “Where’s that damn cat. I know it’s here somewhere.”
How about you? What do you think she’s thinking?