This has been a week. A week that has tested my fortitude, my spirit, my nerve. But if bad things happen in three: hello Covid, untimely appliance purchase and goodbye beautiful, majestic front-yard Maple, good things still have them beat. Good things like a mandate to rest and binge Mobland, perfectly timed July 4th sales, and the tree fell but managed to avoid two houses and three cars. The part that is still standing bears the American flag and tomorrow is our 250th birthday. Also the perfect thing to do in between naps is ten days worth of laundry to break in your new machine so you can send your kids to Chicago and Lake Erie with fresh unders and clean socks. Never you mind that said new machine took the life of Ted's favorite shorts (I believe they were past due as were our thirty year old Maytags). We went with no bells and no whistles Speed Queen models and I will mention, but not complain, that they cost about three times more than their fancier competitors. Less is more. I expect that this will be my last set because I expect they will last and that will be money well spent and also my obligation to be kind to Mother Earth. Planned obsolescence is for the birds.
This may be the last time I do Ted's laundry. He and Meryl moved into their new pad on Tuesday. This was the first move sans rents. I'm not going to lie...that's a damn good thing. I'm old. Mike's older. He moved and set-up his bed and our old kitchen table without our help (save for one phone a dad). They are excited and they are dreaming and scheming as they should be. I'm tickled for them to start this new chapter even as I came clean to my neighbor that I was a little sad too. She gave me the hug I needed. Endings and beginnings baby. They get me.
They came home with both flavors of the day and we had a casual family dinner. Everyone was starving and so tired and some were very sweaty. Sunday I made sauce. Summertime Sunday sauce is its own thing. Think Tzatziki and hummus. Dinner was Chicken Souvlaki and satisfying. The kids wanted to watch family videos with their ice cream for dessert. It was just what my mama heart needed. One ceremonial last supper and adrenaline dose of nostalgia. I wish we'd taken so many more, but I cherish those we have. Wednesday Ted, Meryl and Manny left for July 4th festivities in Lakeside with a specially curated bag of road trip snacks I put together. They'll be back. Maybe next week for a night or two while they sort their place. This will always be home. They are forever welcome.
Lily left Wednesday too for a work trip to Chicago. She visited the office there and went to a Cubs game with her team. I was beyond relieved to know she was back at her hotel when I got the news alert of mass shooting in the city. No words. While she was gone, I washed her bedding (I love my new machine) and bleached her shower. No words. She came home this afternoon and took a nap. She is so my daughter and man I love her.
I don't love that I likely have to forgo 4th of July festivities. I am a patriot and this holiday holds a very special place in my heart. It will be a game-day decision whether or not we make a brief appearance at Windmill Beach. I'm dreaming of a swim. Mike says vitamin C will do us good. Part of me says pony up and part says whoa Nelly. Tomorrow will tell.
