5.5.09 from 1988 to 2009 in 24 hours
I'm back home, after the nostalgia-filled trip to my childhood home. And I'm heading to work today, which means that a brain-dump is in order...need to make some room for spreadsheets and such among all these elementary school memories! Here goes.
Driving five+ hours in the pouring rain isn't so bad when the scenery is gorgeous, the music is good and you have endless, massive diet sodas. Also, five hours is a long time to sing...had I practiced this much in grad school, I might've kicked a little more butt!
My rose colored glasses? Not so easy to dislodge. I still found this little town magical, and took pictures of our old homes, old friend's houses, and the house that I'm going to come back and buy. (Who knows what I'll actually do to make a living in this town, but my house will be GORG.)
This is the library and museum that was up the block from my house. I spent hours in here...read everything I could reach in the stacks. This is one of my happy places.
Mom and I had lunch yesterday with folks who loved my dad...love us still. They're family friends that my brother and I grew up calling "Aunt" & "Uncle", that my dad taught and coached with, who took my folks in during the '72 flood. It was great to reconnect with his good friends from his teaching days (as an adult!), and I think my mom really felt at home.
And it was good to finally lay Dad to rest, in the town that he loved. Heartbreaking all over again, to be sure, but it feels right. Plus, Aunt Lucy and Uncle Bill live within sight of his grave, so if he acts up they'll let us know and set him straight.
And while Millard's Dairy has changed hands, they still have black raspberry ice cream. And it's still reeeeeeallly good.
- A return to routine.
- Huge ice cream cones.
(Rest in peace, Papa. You're home. )