Back in the U.S.S.R. You don’t know how lucky you are, boy…

It felt sooooo gooood to be hoooooome for a quick overnight. I always try to tell myself that, in the grand scheme of things, I like the Great White North better than The Planet Ann Arbor. Of course I love them both and feel so fortunate to be able to spend time in both places. It is so very complicated. But I have a complex personality. 😉

So, this morning, moi birthday girl Mouse beat off the bad aminal that glues people into their beds and got up early. Early, that is, for someone whose friends took her out on the town for her birthday the night before. We didn’t have a brunch reservation for this morning but we figured that if we hit Cafe Zola early enough, the Easter reservation crowd would probably not be there yet. We got there at 8:30 and we were right. Smoked salmon crepes for me and I couldn’t even begin to describe Mouse’s breakfast except that she had to ask for a box. Coffee for both of us. I wouldda loved to have a mimosa but I hadta drive today.

After breakfast, Mouse suggested we take a walk down by the river. The beauteous Huron River, that is. I had bagged my walk earlier that morning. I’m sorry, I was just mentally exhausted this morning. So I welcomed the chance to walk. With Mouse. By the river. We checked out the GG’s birdhouses down there. They are all still there but I couldn’t tell if they were occupied or not.

When we returned to the Landfill, the sun was coming out and the temperature was heading upwards and Mouse was considering taking a nap with a book in the back yard. I threw my clothes back into my duffle bag, packed my electronical crap, strapped Froggy and Green Guy into the Ninja and headed north again.

The Commander? Well. The GG actually *asked* a nurse if he could spring her for a ride today. The answer was YES! They helped get her in and out of the Mean Green Frog-hoppin’ Machine and the GG took her out and about for 3-4 hours! They were reduced to buying lunch at Mickey-D’s only because the GG cannot help The Comm out of the car safely and Clyde’s was closed. He took her out to the Moominbeach and sent a photoooo.

One of the problems I am having with all of this (aka, my new reality) is that I do not know what the timeline is. I do have a life and The Commander really wants me to continue to live my life. I will be that way (ulp) when my children are futzing around with me in my old age. Ulp. Our children are the future and that’s why we have them! I am hoping that the next couple of days will give me some kind of idea about what the timeline for the next phase of our lives (The Comm and moi) will be. I know that there is no certain answer to that kind of question. But, for the last couple weeks, I have been living from minute to minute and I need to do some planning. If I can…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOUSE! 24 on the 24th! I remember when I turned 24 or thereabouts. I thought that I was getting old and that I needed to hurry up and do stuff. Not sure what stuff. 24 is young (although it makes meeeee feel old that my youngest child is 24). I know that it is hard for lots of you youngsters to make people take you seriously and find jobs that make ends meet, etc. (Delete lotsa crap about KW’s life and employment history here.) Keep at it. It’s wonderful that we have all these damn engineers and doctors and stuff. We need them. We need creative people too. That is all for tonight.

Rocket Woman

4 Responses to “Back in the U.S.S.R. You don’t know how lucky you are, boy…”

  1. Margaret Says:

    New reality–yeah, I know lots about that. It’s the hardest not to know what to expect or what it’s going to be. You will both find your way; it just takes time. Glad that the Comm got out for a spin. 🙂

  2. Jan Miller Says:

    I’m so glad Fran got out for the afternoon!! Thank you Bill!!! It was a beautiful day on the beach.

  3. isa Says:

    Happy birthday to Mouse and I miss you to my mama.

  4. jane Says:

    Happy Birthday Mouse! a day late, but still – sincere. 😉