Before I lose internet … again … a wee update.
The kitchen/great room renovation hums along. The entire front half of the downstairs is gutted and closed off with plastic sheeting that reminds me of those movies where virulent epidemics are sweeping à la apocalypse and everyone is wearing hazmat.
I spent over four hours yesterday pulling nails left behind after Rob and I yanked the old hardwood up by its 60-year-old roots. The dust was killer, and it occurred to me as it puffed up and settled again that the particles contain remnants of everyone who’s ever lived in this house. Skin flakes, hair follicles, disintegrated food and dirty debris from all over creation of people who had no idea that their imprints on the floor were more than just passing, easily mopped up or swept away.
Life to ashes and dust, man, remember that.
Dee bore up under the crushing boredom of a school vacation minus the vacation until Friday, so partly because Rob was worn to a nub and I was itchy to do something other than provide spotty physical labor and teach yoga, we went shopping Sunday afternoon.
Rob would rather hump plaster to the dump like Atlas than shop. Particularly at Old Navy, which is where we went. Because we had coupon and but also because I like it.
“Did you not see the level of clientele?” he asked.
“Low rent,” I agreed, “but that’s because the clothes are cheap.”
“And gaudy and meant to be replaced often due more to the poor, made-by-Chinese-school-children quality than anything else.”
And because I resemble that remark a bit, I paused, but I can’t justify spending tons of money on clothing anymore. Sturdy may mean it never wears out, but it doesn’t mean that I won’t tire of it and want something new or bright? In which case I am stuck with wearable clothing and though I do periodic closet sweeps, I don’t do garage sales more than once a year and there is a limit to my need to give my stuff away – even though that is a guilty pleasure of mine.
I also like their yoga-ish duds. As I am over Lululemon, I am in constant quest mode for the most comfy yoga pants – and no, sadly, I have yet to find them – but I did find these awesome walking capris at Old Navy for HALF-PRICE.
Suffice to say, with coupon we spent on four long sleeve shirts, two capris and a comfy fleece jammie bottom, the same amount of money that one pair of Lululemon pants would have cost. Added bonus is not contributing to a company that doesn’t have plus-wear (and by “+” I mean anything over a size 12 and I loathe companies that feed the sizism monster).
Then we went to the bookstore and BOUGHT BOOKS!!
Love browsing a bookseller on a Sunday afternoon. Heaven. And one consumer unnecessary that I sorely miss.
The awesome thing about shopping, when you rarely do anymore, is how awesome it really is.
Winter arrived today. It’s visited here and there since early October, but I think it will be staying now.
Oh, and Rob’s mother will be getting married in less than a month. No surprise – to me – but Rob is still incredibly ambivalent and the older girls have yet to publicly comment. A December wedding though does free up June again for Edie and Silver though when I mentioned that to her, she just stammered and blushed.
The wedding moving up is more to do with the groom being an American. Rob and I faced the same dilemma when Dee and I moved up here. We planned a September wedding to mollify Rob’s family a bit because a year would have passed since Shelley’s death. The year thing is a big fat hairy deal to a lot of people. However, being an émigré makes marriage a thing that can’t be put off to please one’s sense of timing. Governments get growly about foreigners taking up residence without cause – in their eyes – and paperwork. There are oodles of papers and stamps and approvals and other such nonsense.
So it is for my future father-in-law. He must be legal and the quickest path is to get the marriage thing taken care of upfront.
It’s not romantic. It’s hard on the extended family. But really? All that matters is that they are together and happy.
“I don’t know what to say, ” Rob confessed in the aftermath of a phone conversation with his mom.
“You can’t say anything, ” I said, “because you don’t have a leg to stand on.”
“Payback is a bitch,” he agreed.
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My mother remarried in August 2003, although they bought the license with the intention of hanging onto it for a while…until they learned after the purchase that it was only good for a certain number of days, not weeks or months. You’re right, nothing mattered except that they were together and happy.