On my mind....

A few people places and things have been swirling around the ol' brain lately. I have felt reminiscent about old days, old people and the way things "could" have been. I mentioned (absentmindedly) to my current husband that if I had been such a fuck up I could still be married to my first husband. He was very kind and didnt freak out but I realize it wasnt a very nice thing to say to him. I think that situation started our weekend off with the proverbial BANG.
I drove down Friday to pick up Allie from school. A two hour drive when accompanied by an adult that can read a map. When a two year old is in the back seat screaming along it takes two and a half. I can usually get somewhere without difficulty the first time. This trip that I have taken probably 0 times for different occasions to Philadelphia just befuddles me every time. Construction and numerous junctions of highways that intersect all along a three mile stretch just makes me drive like an 80 year old blind woman. Well I arrived safe and souond and picked up the girl. We went for lunch and discussed the likelihood of getting lost on the way home as well. (chuckle chuckle.)
FOUR F&*^%ing hours later we pull into home. Had I been accompanied by anyone else except maybe Missi I would have been highly pissed and stressed to the max. We kept passing exits and saying hhmmmm"That one looked familiar"
HHMMMM Maybe should would could that one too.
Until finally we were at the last exit of the turnpike headed to Atlantic city. We were choking laughing. We stopped at the last toll and I laughed peeing my pants to talk to the toll collector"Get me to Northeast PA"
Allie telling him to get in the car and drive her home!!!!!
Long story short we made it home with the boy intact and happy none the less.
We went to the Football game friday night for the NEW High School. New in the fact that they merged four HS's into one and this is the first event for all of them. They were slaughtered 46 / 12.
It was encouraging to see all the kids supporting the new school, but then sad to see the old colors gone, new uniforms new faces. Missi is adjusting I guess this week will be the telltale answer as to how the NEW SCHOOL is going.
I must say though last year is still so much a blur. My father was the greatest fan of that school. I remember telling him I was going to send the girls to parochial school he didnt think it was necessary and didnt say anything bad but was obvious that he thought it was a waste of money. Allies first year there she blossomed from a shy introverted girl to a confident beautiful girl involved in everything, cheerleading, politics, music, play.
He often told me I made the right decision and he was so happy that I didnt agree with him.
(Probably one of the only times.)
Missi is now involved in her own things. Music, art, plays, tennis, field and track next she thinks. They are not afraid and for that I am so happy.
OK. Now the rest of the weekend. I may or may not have mentioned the cottage that is about twenty miles from my current home that my grandfather and everyone built after world war II. Anyway It is a collection of three homes by a lake that we ( my 50 or so cousins aunts Uncles brothers, and friends for the past 60 years) have visited and maintained every summer from Memorial day to Labor day. I spent my entire summer there since I was born. Left NJ after school let out and stayed the entire summer until labor day. I would camp, fish, climb trees, build fires, and be a "mountain girl" for three months. My girls grew up going there for weekends and swimming during the week. Now my brother Dave is taking care of the house since my Dad died and is doing an amazing job keeping up the place. So We went yesterday for the day and ate and talked and bond. My girls stayed overnight and ANdy and I and JAck came home since he is so wild in the woods. I so love to go there. Every rock, tree, stone truly has a memory. The tree behind which I had my first kiss. The rock that looked huge as a child is now a small boulder I can step over but Jack sits upon looking like such a big boy. We had a great time and the girls came home this am tired and smelling like fire. LOVE THAT.
I am attaching pictures and you can see what I am talking about.
We put our hands in the garage floor on Saturday at the house and I will attach those pics as well.
My bestest bud Susan called last night and we chatted for over three hours. It felt like 20 minutes. That is what is meant by the statement bestest friend. I have post for this evening concerning she and I. I need the time to get it all down though.