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nothing much…

My boys are scattered. Brni is in Virginia, Michael is in Japan and Jesse just flew off to Hawaii yesterday. Even though Michael and Jess are not living here, the change in distance brings back the empty womb feeling after giving birth. They say Nothing is impossible to comprehend, but that’s not true. Every woman who has given birth understands what Nothing feels like. Nothing is as real as blood and bone and it weighs a great deal.

but that’s not what i want to type about…

I want to try to understand why some people (especially those I’m related to) complicate things to a degree that is absurd.

going to hawaii…

Now, if I were going to Hawaii, I would pack as close to nothing as possible. Some shirts, loose pants, a reasonable number of underwear changes, toothbrush, witch hazel, toothpaste, emergency medicines (wormwood, poke, skullcap, st.j’s, motherwort, osha, aspirin and benadryl), and a good book or two. Oh, and my rubbery sandals.

Even that seems a bit much to me, but I’m thinking a week or so and I do tend to overthink things. It’s something I’m working on…

My son and his two friends? Well, on Sunday the first boy showed up around 7pm. He is a massive boy and brought one massive suitcase, one regular suitcase, a small suitcase, 4 guitar cases (presumably with guitars), and an acme bag with his underwear and toiletries in it.

Brni said, “We need two cars.”

At 11:30pm Brni went to pick up Jesse from work. He brought a guitar, mixing board, a duffel bag full of clothes and a backpack. He borrowed our suitcase and transfered most of his stuff from the duffle bag and threw in the mixing board.

The third boy showed up around 1am. Being a smallish boy, he had only one regular sized suitcase. I’m not sure, but maybe one of the guitars the massive boy brought was his? I guess it doesn’t matter, the size of the pile taking up half the living room was the same no matter how you divied it up.

Very early Monday morning, after a minimal amount of sleep, Brni and the boys managed to get everything into my car. They packed it firmly and solidly, utilizing every scrap of space, including laps, and off they went to Newark airport, 2 hours drive from here.

Here’s the other thing I don’t understand — why won’t any of the people related to me fly out of Philly? Don’t they understand that flying is a wonderful convenience and it is not so convenient to pick airports that require long travel times to get to?


After Brni got the boys and all their earthly possessions out of the car and into the airport, he suggested that upon their return, they hire a limo to get them from newark to philly and we can take it from there.

This morning at exactly 3:45 am, Jess sent me a text message, “Im here and everythings great.” I smiled, and went back to bed, Nothing weighing a little less on my mind.

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