Of Food and Love: moving
by Mommy Hobbies
In my napsack stash
Yesterday, my little brother Skyler came over. He’s ten years old and it’s hard to keep him happy. Well, maybe that’s not true. If you stick him in front of the computer and put a good Tonka truck game in, he’ll stay there for hours! But, on the few occasions that he tears himself away to allow David a go he complains of boredom. And if he isn’t bored then he’s hungry. So, I got to work and we started posing for silly pictures…hahah. He and Cylas started wrestling and all was well again. Cylas loves his Uncle Sky. The two of them will crawl under blankets and creep around the house making noises and yelling at each other. My poor neighbor.
Every since we told Sky that we’re moving, he’s been telling everyone that he’s going to fly to Pennsylvania by himself. I’ll get these random phone calls telling me he’s found a “great deal on JetBlue” to New York and that we can go pick him up. But, we have to wait for him to call us, which he will do ten minutes before the plane lands. And we “can’t be late!”. He knows that we’re leaving but, I don’t really think he understands the concept of time…I mean, five years is a while! But, he’s looking forward to spending a month with us in the summer time playing soccer with the boys next door. I think I’ll take up canning; there are a lot of Mennonite women in the town we’re moving to. I’m sure they won’t mind some strange looking brown girl from California coming over to profess her interest in the art of canning. Hey, there’s a lot to be said for canned jams and preserves. I heard they make killer cookies…I’m a HORRIble bakress…baker-lady, baker…whatever, but, maybe I can learn a thing or two from them!! Look out Pennsylvania! I’m a live wire…looking for a socket to plug into and make myself useful…(oh lord)