Tickle the Truth
March 6th, 2008
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.
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1. Suebob | March 6th, 2008 at 9:49 pm
Relocating is always irritating, even if you relocate to Heaven from Hell. Because in Heaven, you aren’t sure where things go and you are always banging your knee on that new gold harp and you can’t remember what street the Pearly Gates are on. It is just all a little confounding.
Shake and Bake. Man. My mom was the QUEEN of shake n bake. Do they made a tofu style?
You made me laugh so hard with the Ritz faux Apple pie thing. I read that box 1000x and always wondered “Who do they think they’re foolin?”
I want to thank your 300 readers who came over to my blog to see if I am really a flaming bigot after my micks spics kikes comment on the last post. I should write more inflammatory rhetoric. Ann Coulter knows what she is doing, I’m tellin ya.
2. Canadian Coco | March 6th, 2008 at 10:42 pm
It will all be familiar and homey soon… hang in there. Of course you’re out of sorts, who wouldn’t be. Cut yourself some slack and let us know how the Ritz Apple thing turns out…. (gagging)
3. Sarcomical | March 7th, 2008 at 2:34 am
i’m frankly in awe of you for making such a huge move period. i’m in awe of anyone who does it without having an incredibly massive breakdown. i cried inconsolably for hours in a hotel room during the beginning of our marriage, when i thought we had to move down south to georgia for The Husband’s job, and i was all “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY TREES?!? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING! WHERE IS EVERYTHING! THE DAMNED TREES! IT’S SO SCARY AT NIGHT! WHERE IS THE FLAT SPLAYED-OUT BORINGNESS TO WHICH I HAVE GROWN ACCUSTOMED? WAAAAHHHHH…”
the only thing that could cheer me up was Target, which of course looked exactly the same in Georgia as it did in Indiana.
so you see, i think you’re doing fabulous. it’ll only get better.
4. amandampc | March 7th, 2008 at 5:17 am
Transitions – no one ever talks about them. They’re like the ugly little secrets everyone keeps locked down in their basements. (Speaking of which – well, you HAVE returned to the land of “people have basements here.” The fact of no basements being in existence in Florida, anywhere, entire state…not one basement…always threw me a tad.) Are there any Friendly’s Restaurants around? For you to get some black raspberry ice cream? Maybe that would help?
5. Carol | March 7th, 2008 at 5:32 am
It’s hard because you don’t know anyone and you don’t know where you are?!! Then you have the stress of unpacking..what I’m trying to say is that you’re totally feeling normal things…I know you know this, but I’m telling you again.
Hang in there … start hanging out at the coffee shop more – that tends to be where the action is!
6. Swistle | March 7th, 2008 at 5:58 am
I HATE the adjustment period! I don’t feel happy until I know where everything is in the grocery store.
7. Allison | March 7th, 2008 at 6:45 am
Change=it’s hard. I hear you. The last time we moved, I sat at a Sonny’s BBQ with my husband and cried.
I make out with my TV from time to time. SAYID. So hot. I love him.
8. janssen | March 7th, 2008 at 7:11 am
If you have LOST in your life, things can’t be so bad
9. Shelly | March 7th, 2008 at 8:40 am
Ok, Shake-n-Bake—scary. But far be it from me to judge…I shy away from ‘packaged’ stuff, but often when I need something quick, it generally turns out very awesome (and my kids go apeship—Like I don’t cook from scratch and this boxed stuff is like, GOURMET), so go for the fake apple stuff…It may be da bomb…..so, although I profess to be a foodie of sorts, I do use pre-packaged stuff to supplement my foray into the cooking world.
Transitions? I can’t imagine. I’ve lived in the same town for 32 years…….except my short stint in college……I sound like an old fogey!
10. Kristin H | March 7th, 2008 at 11:19 am
Lost…well, it lost me a while back. But Sayid…mmmmmm. Now that you have your tv back, perhaps you’ll feel a little more at home. And! Now we can talk about your thoughts on American Idol! I have not been interested in that show for years (beyond the train wreck contestants at the beginning of each season) but for some reason, this year, I am enthralled. ENTHRALLED, I say. And can I just say that I am so glad Danny got booted. The only vote I’d give that kid is for most annoying person on the planet.
11. Erin | March 7th, 2008 at 12:18 pm
When you live somewhere uber small, the television and internet are lifelines to the rest of the world. Trust me.
It is also the best drug in the world! Nothing is quite so calming as just sitting in front of a television for a few hours. 
Go fondle your television. Whisper sweet nothings into its speakers and then tomorrow unpack. Who needs clean underwear if you’re not leaving the house anyway?
12. Donna | March 7th, 2008 at 12:56 pm
Pork chops?!?! Isn’t Adam Jewish?
Take the unpacking one box at a time. Are you familiar with FlyLady? Set the alarm for 15 minutes and see how much you can get done in that period of time. Pretty amazing.
Moved to Alaska from Southern California 33 years ago. Took me five years to get over it. That was before Prozac. I’m just sayin’.
Also, I’m very intrigued by your description of your hair color. May run it by my stylist. I’m ready for a major change.
13. clickmom | March 7th, 2008 at 1:43 pm
I just hope Adam managed to find a microwave in the big city. Don’t keep us hanging!
14. Katie | March 7th, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Grape jelly pie? Huh?
15. sweetney | March 9th, 2008 at 3:52 pm
i haven’t thought about Shake n’ Bake in at least 15 years.
thank you.
16. Mymsie | March 10th, 2008 at 6:14 am
I too am a Sayid fan. *drool*
17. Lara | March 11th, 2008 at 1:08 pm
Would you believe that I have actually MADE the ritz cracker faux apple pie? I vaguely recall trying to pass it off as a science project. Awesome. Also, man, I hear ya on the adjustment issues. I hate change.
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