This morning Face the Nation opened with “Today is go day.” After gathering for the long holiday weekend, today is the day “everyone gets back on their own boat”.
I laughed as that segment played across the tv because our girls were in the midst of vacating the NY hovel that we all gathered in since last Wednesday. I looked around the teeny apartment with an air bed sprawled across the living room floor and a futon fully extended leaving no room for anything but sitting and being still. We had three days to catch up on old news and even older times. Over cooking, movies, and wine we reconnected and the first skirmish resulting from close quarters didn’t actually break out until this morning. My husband looked at me and remarked that Tim Allen should be here. (We think they modeled Last Man Standing on our family.)
As I was pondering all of this in front of me, one daughter was reading Facebook posts. After reading a fairly mushy one of someone’s mom saying goodbye to her little birds today, my daughter says, “Don’t worry, Mom will post something similar later!” I actually thought about doing that, until I heard the thing about the boats. Looking around at what would need to be done in this apartment after they left, I opted for boats over birds. Boats are good. They will each get carried back into their own lives and tomorrow my “boat” will sail for the cape, leaving my husband to resume his work week.
Going out to my car to get the Xmas decorations, I realized this wasn’t “go day” after all…..it’s just “get ready for them to come back in a few weeks” day.
And so, as another day goes by, go day came and went, and…I have written.
(I just had to do it…lol!)
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