Tuesday, January 08, 2008
We're not in N.H. anymore, Toto
Recently, I've been tuned in to the political coverage and getting all set for the N.H. primary, listening to the radio, watching Fox News ( often at ungodly hours of the night while I feed Aiden - it helps me to stay awake), thinking about candidates, smiling about my alma mater being in the center of attention these days ( Ooo- look! It's the Dana Center! Ooo- look! Alumni Hall! Ooo- look- he's standing outside...um...that building I can't remember the name of anymore...the one with the campus post office - help me out here, K.M, C.S., E.H. etc.) ... and then it suddenly occurred to me with a sad, sinking feeling that I'm NOT IN NEW HAMPSHIRE ANYMORE! I'm not eligible to take part! For the first time since 1996, I won't be voting in the N.H. Primary. Wah. I don't even know when Georgia's primary happens. Sigh. It's a bad feeling, being left out in the cold. Or, rather, the warm, as the case may be. ( Yesterday we were in the 70's here, so I guess it's not so bad...)
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Things fall apart - me and the car
This morning Brad, Aiden and I were hanging out together, snug as three bugs in a pod, or three peas in a rug, or something, and suddenly Aiden burst into a series of brilliant, open mouthed smiles that made us want to explode with joy and eat him up. I was marveling at how he could do this - smile for no reason, that is - ( I know, I know - it was probably just a gas bubble or somesuch mundane explanation) and was reaching for words along the lines of, " Where did he learn this with such a..." and I think I was saying, "...pessimistic mother..." when Brad said, "...pedigree of melancholy..." and I just about fell apart laughing.
I fall apart a little easier these days what with all the hormones, lack of sleep ( actually, I've been doing pretty well in the sleep department, all things considered, I think)... etc. For instance, the other day, Brad was cleaning out his Mazda, as he is getting ready to sell it and he came upstairs and showed me he'd found the little ring box that held my engagement ring four and a half years ago. It has been sitting under a pile of stuff in his car, where he'd put it right after he asked me, all this time... and for some reason, it made me burst into tears. They were happy tears... but they were a little bittersweet, thinking about getting rid of that car which has held so many good memories for us. ( Just for the record, he didn't ask me to marry him IN the car. Better yet,( seriously) he asked me in a beautiful old New England graveyard but it was raining and so we got back in the car fairly soon after the question had been popped and ate our picnic dinner in the car...) We have taken many Saturday drives in that car, getting lost on old New Hampshire backwoods roads. We drove away from our wedding in that car. When we moved down here to Georgia, we drove in that car. Sigh.
The dear old Mazda MX-6 is a sad old shell of its former self by now - having had one too many run-ins with a deer... but we'll have to post a goodbye picture here before he actually parts with it. It signals the end of an era ... a milestone which marks our departure from the chapter of carefree couplehood and our entrance into the age of parenthood.
Wah and hurray, at the same time. :)
I fall apart a little easier these days what with all the hormones, lack of sleep ( actually, I've been doing pretty well in the sleep department, all things considered, I think)... etc. For instance, the other day, Brad was cleaning out his Mazda, as he is getting ready to sell it and he came upstairs and showed me he'd found the little ring box that held my engagement ring four and a half years ago. It has been sitting under a pile of stuff in his car, where he'd put it right after he asked me, all this time... and for some reason, it made me burst into tears. They were happy tears... but they were a little bittersweet, thinking about getting rid of that car which has held so many good memories for us. ( Just for the record, he didn't ask me to marry him IN the car. Better yet,( seriously) he asked me in a beautiful old New England graveyard but it was raining and so we got back in the car fairly soon after the question had been popped and ate our picnic dinner in the car...) We have taken many Saturday drives in that car, getting lost on old New Hampshire backwoods roads. We drove away from our wedding in that car. When we moved down here to Georgia, we drove in that car. Sigh.
The dear old Mazda MX-6 is a sad old shell of its former self by now - having had one too many run-ins with a deer... but we'll have to post a goodbye picture here before he actually parts with it. It signals the end of an era ... a milestone which marks our departure from the chapter of carefree couplehood and our entrance into the age of parenthood.
Wah and hurray, at the same time. :)
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