Tickle the Truth

I’m strangely homesick, but logic would ask, homesick for what? It’s not like I was madly in love with what I left, but at least it had become familiar. And as I mentioned yesterday, there is some newfound queasiness due to all the TININESS of it, but I keep reminding myself that it will be at least familiar in a little while, or so I hope. It sure is beautiful, I’ll tell you that — which reminds me, no photo downloader thingy yet. It’s here somewhere, but I’m going to need someone’s mother to dig it all out, because I’ve no idea.

But I digress. To be honest, and this is as much for me as you, so that I remember that sometimes I’m not rational: I think a lot of this panic might be PMS-related. Don’t tell Adam, for nothing is worse than confirming time of the month suspicions, I tell you. Nothing. I also think it’s compounded by the fact that I was trapped in the house today because we only have one car right now and Adam had to trek up to the Big City. And you know, nothing says “stir crazy” like being surrounded by boxes with no relief in sight, without even realizing where your clean underwear are. To compound matters, I didn’t get much work done, ergo I am now behind, because it was the antithesis of soothing, all that unfinished business and packing paper.

But besides that, I think in my glee to get back to New England and out of Florida, I assumed, extraordinarily incorrectly, that it would be a piece of cake and there would be no adjustment period whatsoever — that I would just arrive seamlessly without pausing to realize that hey, um, THINGS ARE DIFFERENT. Oh, how absurdly foolish, yet uncharacteristically optimistic of me. For God’s sake, even the DOG hasn’t adjusted perfectly, and her life is exactly the same as it was in Florida. You’d think I’d give myself a break, but apparently I’d prefer flogging myself and snuffling over the kitchen sink for failing to realize this earlier.

Also, say it with me: I’ve been here for FIVE AND A HALF DAYS. Surely, it’s time for widespread panic! I’ve seen everything in five and a half days! I might as well just THROW IN THE TOWEL, right?

Anyway, speaking of adjustments/journeys — our beloved little ancient 1998 Honda Accord is taking quite a lengthy journey, and though it will be all but useless in the winter wonderland that is Vermont right now, I miss it. Well, to be honest, I miss the lamps and hangers we stuffed into the trunk, as well as the various wastebaskets we’ve jammed in the backseat. The Honda, it seems, is still in Florida, despite having been picked up more than two weeks ago. I’m thinking by now that the car has been picked clean like a chicken carcass and all that will remain is a few axles and maybe a dangling license plate.

Enough! How much of this can you stand? Incidentally, we now have television, and to say that I missed the … heat that is Sayid is a grotesque understatement. I’m also more than a little bit embarrassed to admit that I love television and quite possibly want to make out with mine, if only because I missed it so.

Also, and here’s where I sound horribly uncultured, but can I tell you that I made Shake ‘n Bake for dinner tonight? And that it was, um, FABULOUS? Pork recipe, if you’re wondering. Crunchy on the outside, juicy on the inside: just as the package promises. Next up, grape jelly pie and maybe that faux apple thing on the Ritz box.

Happy Friday!

*Widespread Panic.

17 comments March 6th, 2008