Trying to be...
2003-08-05 - 6:23 p.m.
I'm on vacation....
although I wish I was someplace glamourous, with my husband, drinking cocktails and sunning myself on a beach, this is pretty nice too.
I'm at my parents house for a few days in the 'burbs. Yesterday was spent w/my mom and grandmother - out to lunch then helping nana sort through my grandfather's things. Since he's died she is quick to get everything and anything of his out of the house. I took several of his cardigans -- less for the style, more for the memories. In almost every memory I have of him, he is either in a cardigan (casual) or a jacket and tie (out to dinner). They even smell like him.
Today was a mom n' daughter day. Slept til about 9, then sat and had coffee and breakfast in our robes. Then we went to exercise together, which was nice. After a detour for her to pick up her paycheck (at the hospital, which I haven't been to since the day I watched Papa die there), we went out to lunch then to Costco. We had so much fun going up and down the aisles, not punching any time clocks, just taking our time being silly.
Then a quick stop home to unpack and off again to Trader Joe's. My mom is as big a foodie as I am, so we commented our way up and down the aisles "ooh, this is delicious!" and "have you tried this yet, you HAVE to" and "you're getting that? I should get that too".
Upon leaving Trader Joes it was raining an unreal kind of rain. Where its just buckets and buckets and buckets of rain. I ran to the car and pulled around to get mom and the groceries, hysterically laughing at how incredibly wet I was.
I drove us home, reminiscing about so-and-so's house and such-and-such party as we passed through different neighborhoods. Came home, had a snack and now we are both showered and relaxing -- both in bathrobes, feeling successful in our day's endeavors yet relaxed from having such a loose agenda.
Tonight, its out to dinner w/both mom and dad.
And then? Tomorrow my mom, nana and I will drive back to NY to our apartment. We will unload all the groceries, and give Nana a chance to see my apartment. When Papa was alive she always said it would be "too much" to try to come for a visit, but yesterday she leapt at the chance to come in.
Does it get much better than that?
Yeah, sun and beach and cocktail and husband would be nice...but there is something really comforting about being home and spending time w/my parents - grown-up to grown-up.
