« Frances Friday: Fill In the Blanks | Main | Frances Friday: The Real Scooby Doo! » |
|
|
July 4, 2007 Independence Day. 
Only because that sounds a lot better than "Canada Day" for the contents of the post, even though I'm not American, and it's very premature. On Canada Day, I got the keys. I took in a few boxes (staking out territory, as it were), tested the locks, measured the rooms and made floorplans. I also sat in a puddle of light in the dining/living room and thought about how badly I wished I didn't have to go back. On Monday, I sanded the walls of the master bedroom and Frances's room, noting that they had painted her closet door shut. I bought towels and a bathmat and shower curtain for the bathroom, a garbage can for the kitchen, a shower caddy, a broom, a bucket--other basic household things. I brought over a few loads of painting things--trays and rollers and tape and brushes. Tuesday the girl and I went to see my parents in the morning, who took us out for lunch at the westauwant with an M on the doow; and she slept in the car on the way home, thus foiling the plans for naps that afternoon. Erik got back from work--I hate calling this place 'home' now and try to avoid it where I can--and I went to get paint and primer, finish cleaning the walls, and tape them up. This took me until almost 11:00 pm, so the first coat of primer will go on today. I killed my first earwig. I made the acquaintance of a very fat beagle who said "hello" in beaglish every time I walked by. I met the two young girls who live next door, though I didn't get their names. I admired people's gardens and patio furniture. It looks like a lot of young families spend years there. I spent way too much money--it can't be helped. I hooked up the new phone line and made arrangements for internet access and wished I could just move in now, instead of the middle of August. I couldn't anyway. The windows need blinds and Frances needs a new bed and dresser but it's hard to have it there and not use it. It's hard to know it's there and come back here to walking on eggshells and trying not to fight in front of Frances. Forty-four days. The countdown is on. Posted by Andrea at July 4, 2007 7:50 AM under Decision 2007 EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Light at the end of the tunnel. For me that brings relief and increased desperation to reach it. You sound similar. You've accomplished a lot. I hope moving day feels sooner rather than later. Posted by: Julie Pippert at July 4, 2007 9:08 AM
We'll be here, counting down with you. I wish there was something more I could do to help. I will try to think of specific and useful. Posted by: amy at July 4, 2007 9:16 AM
I can't wait to hear that you are FREE. Wishing I could come over and help you sand and paint your way to liberation. Do you have any picture books dealing with divorce? might be good to help Frances talk through her anger and sadness... let me know if you need recommendations and I'll ask my children's librarian friends... Check craigslist for cheapo kid stuff! Posted by: artsweet at July 4, 2007 1:58 PM
Moments of change and transition are so exciting, so full of possibility. I wish you only the best - and lots of stamina and courage (and a tongue that can handle being bitten) to make it through the next 44 days. Posted by: parodie at July 4, 2007 2:02 PM
Wishing that this 44 days would go by faster. It's too bad that Time only moves fast when you DON'T want it to. Posted by: liz at July 4, 2007 3:08 PM
Here's wishing that that 44 days passes so quickly that you hardly have time to think about them. Even though we know they won't, here's to hoping anyway. Look at all of your preparation as you making the perfect little place for you and Frances. Stand in the empty rooms and imagine the walls reverberating with her laughter in days yet to come. Spread sheets that linger with the promises of future snuggle on your bed. Paint her world with colors bright and love so overwhelming, and dream of the days when you are finally free. And we will be waiting along with you. Posted by: KLee at July 4, 2007 5:10 PM
Hey, I miss you. ;) I'm happy and sad and angry for you all at once. I won't offer to help paint, 'cause I don't, but if I can do anything other than paint, let me know! :) Poor drinks at the housewarming perhaps?? Posted by: Peanutbuttersmum at July 4, 2007 8:14 PM
I'm counting down the days with you. I hope this time passes quickly so that you can begin your new life in your new home. Posted by: Sue at July 4, 2007 10:15 PM
One day at a time.... Just try to keep busy, keep sanding and painting and preparing.... the day will come. Posted by: ewe_are_here at July 5, 2007 2:18 AM
It sounds like you have a great start on creating a new home for you and Frances. I hope that the next 44 days pass quickly so that you have peace. Posted by: ccw at July 5, 2007 8:38 AM
I'm with everyone else and am counting down the days. They will go by faster than you think. I can't wait to see pictures of the newly painted rooms. Posted by: Dawn at July 5, 2007 2:12 PM
Isn't it lovely to know there's a place you can go to exhale? And the trip to the "westauwant with an M on the doow" sounds absolutely delightful! Posted by: Miche at July 7, 2007 8:23 AM
Go Berserk |
Change is God (Octavia Butler, Parable Series) "I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it." Pablo Picasso Email Frances! frances AT athenadreaming DOT org You can email her mother too (that's me):
The Best of Beanie Baby
Recent Entries
Categories Monthly Archives Annika Info
Earn Your Karmic Brownie Points The WHOYCBE Not So Secret Spoilers These links open in a new browser window. Random Writer's Quote Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing ... the rest will follow. ~ Jane Yolen
My Burgeoning Media Empire (that's a joke)
Dwarfism Resources: Frances's Big List of Misdiagnoses and False Positives Prenatally:
Postnatally:
Blogs I'm Reading
Other Mom Sites: Green Family Library
The title of this blog was taken from the short story "The Language of Nna Mmoy" by Ursula le Guin in her collection, Changing Planes. I won't tell you why or how, because I want you to read the story and figure it out for yourself.
|
