Life is Moving

Whoever said that probably never observed a tree sloth in Costa Rica, or my ex brother in law Pat, but there's MUCH moving going on here.

As soon as D1 awakens from her sleep following a night out in the Grove, I plan to load up the SUV and take as many boxes as we can to her new digs on Brickell.

She's going through the Mary Tyler Moore phase these days. Yesterday she walked around in heat and explored her new 'hood. She didn't toss a beret into the air (there are no berets in Miami in August), but she DID find a French owned chocolate shop where the owner had a sleeping French-type little dog, and D1 promised to bring her puppy Madeleine over for a visit.

So, I'll do the heavy lifting and help her get settled. The movers come Monday to do the REAL heavy lifting, though she only has a few pieces of furniture to schlep to her new place.

D2 called from UF last night and was happy and frenzied, in the middle of sorority rush. Today she has a freshman convocation, where all the new Gators are to meet and discuss a required book they were given over the Summer, some tome about an African guy who made a windmill in his native village.

D2 hasn't read the book yet. That's my girl!

Wifey sleeps the sleep of the empty nest mother. Last night the phone rang. I never pick up our house phone, since no one looking for me ever calls it.

But, with D2 away, I figured it might be her. It wasn't. On the receiver there was the unmistakeable voice of my mother in law. It's remarkable --she can convey an unmitigated sense of guilt just by the way she utters Wifey's name.

Just by saying the two syllables, she is making clear that Wifey hasn't called her in far too long, and that when Wifey DID call her there was something lacking in the conversation, or Wifey said SOMETHING uncaring or mean --there was SOMETHING Wifey should feel bad about.

I left poor Wifey to deal with her mother. I'm a bit over the whole dealing with old, Jewish mothers thing these days...

So, as usual, life has many moving parts. Today these will include boxes of clothes and dishes heading to a grad student's apartment.