pebble
sunup with my boy. cinnamon on my coffee grounds. 27 hours without msnbc, and so far no vomiting, cold sweats, tears (public), or sleep difficulties.
banking my sleep for the rest of the year. for one week, naps take on the intensity of an olympic trial. hh fancies me spoiled at the spa, but i fret such a privileged picnic will take away from precious afternoon dozing.
the beasts bank their activity for rest of the year full, fledged sprints into the wind on the fairways. priscilla leaving her tongue on the tee box. favorite partials strolling with mother.happy days.
Like Celine says...........
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gg9WZ2PFq-w&feature=related]well, we're here. it took us 5.75hours. we stopped 3 times because i insisted on recreating some of the highlights of celine's performance. specifically, the one-legged air guitar ending in a lifted point-flex, point-flex. the calabasas 76 station got the left to right peace sign across my eyes, as i bobbed my head off beat, front teeth to chin. when i had to pee, and didn't want to use the public restrooms i'd just borrow celine's quick, little, grapevine steps around the car; totally solved the problem. the only time things got awkward was when i held her tyrannosaurus rex (1:17) move? HH and the beasts started barking at me to stop, locked me out of the car, and refused to let me in until i promised to cease my homage to miss dion.i complied. but i must say, the ride was definitely not as fun. hmph. gobble gobble.
We're on a Road to.........Somewhere
the car is packed. the playlists are complete. this evening, after my last class, the beasts, hh and i will depart for a 7 hour road trip.tonight begins my favorite week of the year. pebble beach.my entire family under one roof for 6 days. thursday we'll feast at the lodge. i think i've had halibut the last 5 years. no mom's stuffing, no aunt charla's pumpkin pie, no dad carving the turkey. and thank god, no marshmallows amidst yams???!??! (seriously, are you kidding me with that?) this thanksgiving tradition is the only i know, and i crave it all year.13 of us in one house. a lot of ativan prescriptions.divorce. reconciliation. secrets. court. businesses. loans. illnesses. death. this is family. this is my family. this is my beautiful, perfect family. for all the painful tears shed, there have been more tears cried out in hysterics playing cutthroat matches of michigan rummy, or spilt over mugs of coffee during marathon morning fireside funnies. pretty much all my brother has to do is look at me a certain way, and any beverage i'm drinking squirts out my nose in convulsive laughter.
don't get me wrong. i'm sure we will always tote along our buckets of bitterness and "our" versions of the past, but it doesn't change the fact that i bloody love these people to death. and, for this one week when we are together, i have a smile in my stomach, and my face, and i twirl from my eyes to my toes.*images: www.flickr.com/photos/bobmerco/4021421641/www.flickr.com/photos/anezmablack/4126787098/in/pool-blackandwhite