2. Also from Bird a few long rants about someone named Jason and how he “Just can’t stop,” an emotional description involving large hand gestures with her palms out toward you in a “stop right there” kind of motion. No idea what she means, but she means it.
3. An excellent impromptu Girls’ night with three of my favorite ladies. (Okay, that wasn’t weekend, that was earlier, but still worth a mention.)
4. Falling in love with my city a little bit more at our Public Library, stopping in to check out some books for Bird and happening upon a really fantastic puppet show adaptation of John Updike’s A Child’s Calendar. I know– you’re thinking of people crouched down with hand puppets behind a little red box making stupid voices, but our downtown library has a really wonderful children’s theater staffed with professional puppeteers and everything. Running commentary for everyone’s learning pleasure during the performance was provided by Bird:
“It’s dark now. There’s the guy. There’s the other guy. The guy is talking. There’s a squirrel!” And so on.
5. Falling in love with my neighborhood a little bit more at our new fab Wine Merchant just right over there around the corner… un-snooty with the friendly wealth of wine information and un-ghetto with the absence of crack addicts and lotto ticket sales/ check cashing services. A true first in liquor stores for our patch of the metro area.
6. My husband knows all (and I mean ALL) of the words to Skid Row’s I remember you. Still. And I got to hear every one of them in the car Saturday afternoon while he pointed out a new hole in his jeans:
A: Hey, check this out. (in bad-guy voice, as if he were leaning up against the side of my high school, showing off a full pack of smokes and a fifth of Jack Daniel’s.)
Me: Your pants? What about your pants?
Me: Is that the corner of your pocket sticking out of a hole in your pants?
A: Yep. check it out.
And that? THAT is what a Skid Row song can do to a person, almost twenty years later.
7. Falling in love a little bit more (or at least making up) with our house. It sounds so simple, but removing a rug that smells like a dog’s ass can make the biggest difference in your desire to want to spend time in a place.
8. Last-minute dinner with friends on Saturday further confirms that we don’t need to move to Indiana to be close to family, that our chosen family here in Tennessee– while not a substitute for our nearest and dearest– is pretty near and dear in its own way, and in some ways even nearer and dearer.
9. Bought the teensiest tree at the Farmers’ Market, put it up, decorated it. It’s tiny but fits just fine, considering we’ll spend so much of this Christmas holiday on the road.
10. Three solid days inside my real life makes my work life look pretty unappealing by comparison.