There is a monthly thrift sale in my neighborhood Collegiate church that I have been going to every month for about 10 years. I adore it. Today I got a pup tent for the boys 2 beautiful pottery books for me and a great shirt from Zara that I would have paid for new if I shopped like that. All for the low low price of $13.00.
Both my boys spent time in the thrift sale space when they were tiny little baby boys and I was a new mom, singing A Big Red Bus and The Farmer in the Dell, and making play-doh giraffes and fighting over a puppy dog pull toy. I feel connected with my neighborhood and my family in a way I never have before. And I'm totally into it and have accepted the dried up rat corpse that we pass every day on the way to school, the playground of woe around the corner, the junkies that shoot up in cars in front of my yuppified building. For real. I love it all. The good the bad and maybe especially the ugly.
And now we gotta move!
When and to where are still an effing mystery but still, we are moving before school starts, I fear.
And then I picked up the kindergartner from kindergarten and wept a little with the teachers (there's one and a half weeks left of school) and then home to sign up for a refresher driving course.
I'm not as crazy as I was last week. I am even crazier. A blogger who chooses to remain anonymous told me to embrace rather than fear change and THAT belongs on a tattoo on my ass in gothic letters with a complimentary pirate skull.
Thanks for all the twitter following- it's the little things. I'm writing a lot. And reading too- One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams Garcia. So so good. That and the New Yorker's AWESOME Sci-Fi issue.
And drinking lots of iced coffee and eating lots of hot sauce laden Mexican delights.