Full Circle.

Tomorrow, I'm going to help my dear friends Karen and Mike move to Rocklyn. It's a village outside of Meaford that probably has a population of 100. I know Rocklyn well myself as I lived there many years ago. In fact, it seems as though a lifetime has passed since I lived in and operated the Rocklyn General Store. At that time, Karen also lived in Rocklyn 2 houses away from me and Mike lived just down the street. I didn't know Mike very well then because he was still quite young but Karen and I lived as 2 single mothers who supported each other emotionally several times a day. I wasn't TECHNICALLY a single mother, (I was married) but I may as well have been.........do you get my drift?

It really feels like Karen and Mike have gone full-circle now that they are moving back out there. Obviously they feel a pull toward Rocklyn and I'm sure part of it is sentimental....there certainly isn't any other reason to move there unless you value super-sized snowstorms, dial-up and absolutely NO ammenities. But I'm kinda envious of the fact that they are moving to that small village with very few neighbours, no stoplights, and zero crime. I'm a little jealous that when they step into their backyard this summer they will not hear the drone of traffic or smell an excess of pollution.

But then I think about the crickets and the cow shit.

This summer when the sound of the crickets at night drive them crazy and the smell of cow manure being spread in the surrounding fields drive them into their house, they may wish for a little traffic. It is then that I realize that nobody is ever happy 100% of the time. So I consider myself lucky to have an open invitation to their country home and they will always be welcome at our place. Friends do help to balance things out for us, even without trying.

I'm staying in my jammies all day today.

I am bound and determined to spend a day in my pajamas. It's so cold and so snowy out and I just feel like hibernating today, ok? AND- if I have to go out and drive somebody somewhere or pick them up, they can expect to see me in my damn jammies.

Last night Emma broke her curfew and arrived home almost an hour late. I hate it when she does shit like that 'cause now I have to ground her. And I HATE being the bad guy all the time, especially when it comes to breaking a curfew! Oh boy, do I remember being the one who had to leave the party earlier than everyone else because of my curfew. God! I hated that! But 12:30 am for a 16 year-old is not unreasonable, is it? She's been going to all these parties that the grade 12's are having (because she's a cheerleader) so it may seem like she has to leave too early, but some of those kids are 18 and probably don't even have curfews at all! Anyhow, that's just a little piece of business that I'll have to take care of today while I'm wearing my jammies.

My friend Karen probably isn't staying in her jammies all day today. She has to buy a house and move in 2 months. I guess moving in 2 months isn't really that big of a problem...but she actually has to look for, offer, and unconditionally buy a house, like, within the next 2 weeks because her house is officially sold (YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!) I keep telling her to look at the glass as half-full, but she just sees a glass full of a homeless family in the dead of winter. I guess that would really suck. Anyhow, I can't be there physically to help her out due to the distance, weather, family stuff...but I CAN remind her to not just buy the first house that comes along out of desperation. I can also point out that maybe, just maybe- this is a sign from "above" that she should be moving a couple hours south to live closer to me? Then we could sit in our jammies all day on a Sunday together!!