Everything changes, yet…
First off, happy birthday, bro. For all the crap you’ve had to put up with and still succeed, I admire you.
We signed 4 inches worth of papers today. What was House Jones will become House Richey, and what was House Taylor will become the new House Jones. I wonder why I’m using Dune terminology all of a sudden…
We’re moving. Approximately 1/4 mile away, yet still in the same neighborhood. To a house with a backyard. And stuff in the backyard. And 200 more square feet of space.
And we’re leaving a house of regret. Regret that we didn’t take better care of it. Regret that we didn’t do things when we should have. In short, it’s a first house.
My goodness how time flies. I remember moving in here, when I worked at…BNR, still? And Laureen worked at EDS as a secretary in their Health Care Consulting division, under Bill…. one of the Iranian hostages that Perot rescued. Can’t remember his last name. I remember the McGowans, Rosemary and Monte. We bought the house from them. Monte was kind enough to give us some 5 mil plastic sheeting to use when we repainted the peach wall…
Oh my goodness, the 18-foot, how-in-the-world-are-we-going-to-paint-that peach wall that sits behind me right now as I tap this out. Jacob’s asleep, or at least working toward or away from it. Laureen’s either asleep or with Jacob, and I’m down here, just finally letting some things pour out of my head. There’s the music from the CD player in Jacob’s room. She’s in with him, helping him resettle.
No, actually, she wasn’t. He found the remote. Somehow. And turned the CD player on and hit play…
My son is 18 months old, and his capacity to learn things scares me. How in the world am I going to keep his mind occupied?
So much has changed. We’re giving excess furniture away to a family affected by Katrina. We have another child on the way. We’re trying to be better people, because we have a little person totally dependent on us, although in his eyes we’re just the big people to be led where he wants us to go.
I’m going to really miss my current neighbors. Bonnie on one side and the Umanas on the other. Randall Umana is the reason I can claim two degrees of separation to Harriet Miers, not that that matters now. Fortunately, they’re close enough that visits will be easy.
And I guess it’s time to drag myself off to sleep for one of the few remaining times in this house.
Good night, moon. Good night cow jumping over the moon. Good night light and the red balloon. Good night bears, good night chairs…
Well, you might have given Jacob too much credit–he was fast asleep when I checked after the CD player went on. I think my setting the clock on the player somehow tripped it to turn on at the stroke of midnight. Still, the kiddo can open his own piggy bank, and turn our home phone off when asked (yes, he now knows which button is for "off"), so it wouldn’t be a huge surprise if he learned to use the remote to the CD player in the dark. 🙂
When is moving day? Best of luck, I so wish I could be some sort of use to you.