So, the first night of my Mom’s Time Out Extravaganza, I wrote an amusing and clever post which refused my order to “publish.” And then *poof* it was gone. (See, I can say how clever and amusing it was because it’s clearly never going to materialize, despite the wonders of the World Wide Web. Ha.) (I did manage to update my other blog, The Amazing Shrinking Mom, however.
I’m home now and I even came home early, a whole three hours early, because I missed my kids. My daughter was delighted to see me and jumped into my arms as if I’d been gone for years. Then she asked what I brought her . . . and after each thing, she’d say, “What else did you brought me?”
As part of my adventure, I met two bloggers, both named Tammy. One blogs at Dishpan Dribble and one blogs at Lavendar Knits. (Left to right: Tammy of Lavendar Knits, Tammy of Dishpan Dribble, and me. Right-click and open in a new window for best viewing.) We had such a yummy dinner and enjoyable conversation. (I have a picture, too, but the camera’s in the car still and I find myself too lazy to go get it tonight.) I appreciated the fact that they each drove into Portland and braved the Lloyd Center to meet me for dinner. (Once, fifteen years ago or so, when I lived in Portland, a woman was killed–randomly–at the Lloyd Center parking garage.)
The following day, I met two women I’ve known through an AOL pregnancy message board since I was pregnant with my almost-4 year old daughter. Tina (who doesn’t have a current blog, alas!) and JulieAnne (her blog is Home Jewels) met me at Red Robin for lunch. After knowing them through the computer for all these years, meeting them face to face and chatting was a great joy and pleasure. (Left to right: JulieAnne, me and Tina.)
I hated to part, but the thrift stores were calling my name! And they had to get back to their families.
I visited four or five thrift stores yesterday afternoon. (Bargains!) Last night, I went to a movie (You, Me and Dupree) which was quite possibly the most boring and stupid movie I’ve seen this year. I almost walked out half-way through.
This morning, I went to Value Village (again) and then to Powell’s City of Books in downtown Portland. The planets were aligned just right and I was able to park mere steps from the front door. I (foolishly) didn’t pick up a basket for my books and ended up clutching a precarious armful of books. I bought a bunch of books for my boys and also some Madeleine L’Engle for myself. (And some other books, too.) I could live in that bookstore forever.
Then, I steered the car back onto I-5 going north and soon, I’d left Oregon. I stopped at one more thrift store and then an outlet store, and then, home again, home again, jiggety jog. Time sure flies when you aren’t wiping bottoms and fixing snacks and stepping on Legos.
Tomorrow, life returns to semi-normal, except that I still don’t have a hooked-up washer and dryer. But, the gallivanting has come to an end and we’ll revert to being the homebodies that we are, deep down inside.
It’s good to be home.