I am so grateful for all of the help that has been offered to me. Now it's countdown time, today is my last day to clean and load up the car. That last, final collage of personal posessions that I really just don't know what to do with. And the heat. Lordy. Over 100 degrees here yesterday and today.
But first let me tell you, I have great, caring people in my life. One of the moms from Ruby Morning came by last night while I was still in Santa Rosa and left this for us:
Another family came by after a day of pear picking and brought me these luscious, sweet, juicy delights (and a sweet hug from George). I've been eating them all week...when I get pooped and feel hot and tired and hungry, they are just the right pick-me-up. As you can see, the box is almost gone:
Heather came up to help me and say goodbye last night. Together we worked (and fed raccoons) and gabbed until one in the morning (when it was finally cool enough to sleep).
I am leaving a lot of love behind...and taking a lot with me.
Now to that dreaded "what-in-the-hell-do-I-do-with-this?" pile!
I'm back from LA. So sad to say goodbye to Camille, but we had lots of fun: Disneyland right off the plane, shopping, movies, dinner out....just girl stuff. She had her apartment all put together by the time I got there, so there was really nothing to do to "settle" her in but grocery shop and hang out together. it's a very nice place and she has the touch of making it cozy. She missed her first class yesterday...Los Angeles traffic! We made a maiden voyage to check distance and time which took us 10 minutes from front door to parking lot. With traffic it took her over 45 minutes and by the time she found parking, she missed class.
Now I'm back in Sonoma for a brief layover and then off to Chicago. My plane was a little late last night so I spent the night at Mike's instead of coming into this nearly vacated school after midnight to sleep on the floor. This chapter is feeling closed. I have a busy couple of days ahead.
There's something to be said about a well-loved chair. In my adult life, I have always had one. It has been the source ofcomfort, jokes, pet names, and even hostility once in awhile. Around my house you could hear such comments as:
"Get out of Mom's chair."
"Busha, will you read to me in your chair?"
"Mom, can I share your chair with you?"
"Why do you always get the good chair?"
"I get to be cozy in Mom's spot because I threw up."
And so on. For many years that place for me was a certain end of the sofa with my feet propped up on the coffee table. Then we bought a new living room set and I adopted the chaise as my own. After about 15 years, that got quite weary too, and just seemed so huge in a room where adults who used to be children all gathered; so sadly, I let it go to a Mexican family who were helping me in my yard a couple summers ago. I was so happy they wanted it.
And then soon after, I found my most recent love at Crate & Barrel...this huge feather/down chair and ottoman swimming with cabbage roses and berries. It soon took on the position of best friend after a long day. And ever since, it has virtually become me. My scent. My shape. My peace that is always felt when I settle into it in the morning with my tea or in the evening as I knit or read. Little bits of yarn and lost knitting needles hiding in the edges. Hair ties. And to be honest, probably even a pile of old tissues that it has swallowed up.
But, the time has come, once again, for Mama Bear's chair to move on. I will go to Chicago with nothing larger than a suitcase, and my Chair will travel to college with Camille. She wants it, she says, to sink into at night while she studies. I love the thought that as she ventures into her very own world of higher education and grown up maturity, she too, can come home in the evening and snuggle in and still feel a little bit of Mom. I think I might even be able to feel her sitting there. And in return, she painted me a picture that I will take along in my Mary Poppin's bag, on my journey: