Hey Connor...we're home...
We moved in with our son this weekend. Such an interesting experience. His place is very tidy, and thus restful. He was nice enough to give up his bed and so we didn't have to sleep on the floor. But, queen size is not king size and where is the pillow top. When you move in with someone, you get a taste of their life.
He has better coffee than we do but that may have a lot to do with who his coffee distributor may be. His kitchen is stocked with the items he deems important...like hot sauce and beer...and he is a very good pancake maker.
All the little things you learn when you move in with someone...what kind of soap they use, shampoo, how encumbered they are by possessions or not.
We are not used to city life...I guess it is better to say...we are not used to city life on the second floor. When we stay in a hotel we only hear the city sounds from the 5th-32nd floor. City life from a second floor is more real. You can hear someone say, "you are an amazing woman!" outside your window. The train pulls up what seems like it is so close you can board. Greg, Enzo and I, we wake up only to the sounds of birds, so realizing for two nights we are an organic part of a city...well it was different and Enzo only felt comfortable when he could lie next to Greg.
This experience has given us another piece to the travels of our own lives...we no longer have "children" we have adults as sons, with rich and vibrant lives. So far this weekend I have learned how to roast veggies in the oven and make really good rice from Peter and pancakes from Connor...this gig is really fun!
Connor....can we stay out passed curfew tonight??? can we, huh...can we...
All the little things you learn when you move in with someone...what kind of soap they use, shampoo, how encumbered they are by possessions or not.
We are not used to city life...I guess it is better to say...we are not used to city life on the second floor. When we stay in a hotel we only hear the city sounds from the 5th-32nd floor. City life from a second floor is more real. You can hear someone say, "you are an amazing woman!" outside your window. The train pulls up what seems like it is so close you can board. Greg, Enzo and I, we wake up only to the sounds of birds, so realizing for two nights we are an organic part of a city...well it was different and Enzo only felt comfortable when he could lie next to Greg.
This experience has given us another piece to the travels of our own lives...we no longer have "children" we have adults as sons, with rich and vibrant lives. So far this weekend I have learned how to roast veggies in the oven and make really good rice from Peter and pancakes from Connor...this gig is really fun!
Connor....can we stay out passed curfew tonight??? can we, huh...can we...
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