So how does one follow up a Monday post of E.R. announcements?
With the information that I’ll be hitting the road- with all three kids- to drive out East again. Tomorrow. (Yes. I know. Whatever you’re thinking- I agree.) P.J. is staying behind for the first part of the trip and is meeting up with us for the beachy jaunt. (Because he’s a very, very good planner.)
But I have a secret weapon- never fear. My sister Kate. She’s flying out late tonight and waking up soooo early with us in the morning to hit the road at 5 a.m. (Hey, big sis! You know how you have four little boys and are already exhausted? Wanna come over and get even less sleep than you normally do? THANKS!)
What.
I’ll be spending a week in Pittsfield, preparing to- cue melodramatic music- say peace out to my hometown. At least for now. With my Dad’s passing, my Mom’s selling of the house (and imminent move to the Boston area), and hopefully a cessation of insanely frequent East Coast drives…I don’t think I’ll be hanging out in the Berkshires any time soon after this jaunt. Which is incredibly weird.
They’re even tearing down my high school- where I had painted a mural down the theatre wing walls- so yeah, I’m pretty much one sick dog away from a country song.
Next week will be ice cream pictures. Friend pictures. Pool pictures. The church where I got married pictures. The brook where I built my first fort pictures. And pictures of a beautiful, comforting, homestead that soon- soon- will belong to another deserving family and won’t be graced by my shrieking brood ever again.
It’ll be a nice trip. A hard trip. A necessary trip. And one which- at least for my kids- will be full of treats and joy, the kind that their Pop always used to provide and which their Mim will undoubtedly continue.
Nora already told me that my Dad wanted her to have doughnuts. She’s probably not wrong. And who am I to argue with my Dad?
Wish me luck, friends.
Wish me doughnuts, friends.
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