Okay, he isn’t a bird. And he’s not little anymore.
But he is my baby boy.
He isn’t leaving forever, but he is leaving today. On a jet plane.
Joey is flying to Washington state to live and work at an herb and berry farm about 4 miles from the Canadian border. He’ll be gone two months.
I’ve only burst into tears once. So far.
What if he gets lost in the woods and gets eaten by a bear? Or drowns? What if he gets lonely? Or sunburned? He will be so far away and I’ve never been away from him this long.
Randy said to think of it of summer camp.
The good thing about his timing, is when I have periods of anxiety, I need a project.
Well, right now my new house is a blank canvas.
We hired a crew to do some small repairs, electrical and plumbing work. I also paid them to paint all my ceilings.
After spending the better part of the last year painting our old house, I have learned that my least favorite thing to paint is ceilings. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have that part done already. I also have the most amazing purple ceiling in my hall and our bedroom ceiling is colbalt blue. Randy picked that color. I’m cool with it. I waited until the paint was dry to point out our ceiling and the TARDIS are the same color. Randy is so much not a fan of the Doctor, but he still likes the color.
But I digress.
I will spend the next two months painting all the walls in our house.
I will paint all the doors and trim and when Joey returns from learning how to farm, our house will really be our house.
Joey’s room is the largest and will take the most time to paint. I don’t mind, though. I will be close to him in his room. Although, I might feel his absence the most there as well. I guess we will see.
Randy’s college roommate is picking up Joey at the airport when he arrives in Seattle at midnight. He is taking Joey home to spend the night at his house with him and his wife and is taking Joey to the bus station for the 4 hour trip to the farm. I am so grateful. He talked about staying in a youth hostel and calling Uber for a ride to the bus station. I am sure he would have been fine. I hated that plan.
So, for the next two months, Randy and I will live a life we have never lived.
We already had 3 kids between us when we got together. Joey came along shortly after. We have never lived together without at least one kid in the house.
I’m not going to lie. I’m looking forward to a temporarily empty nest. I’m excited to see what path Randy and I take to find our new “normal”. I just wish the abject “Joey’s going to get eaten by a bear” terror would stop fucking with me.
We’re far from settled in our new place, but I see the tiniest glimpse of light at the end of a tunnel of paint cans. I’m hoping that soon I will find my stride and get into better writing habits. I miss you guys.
Also, I have that pesky book I want to write.
Oh, yeah, one more story about the house.
When Mountain girl and Bass player were here last week, she pointed out that the vine growing up the huge pine trees by the deck is poison ivy.
So much poison ivy.
Randy said we’d just have to cut it down. I rejected that plan as all the scenarios in my head ended with us in the emergency room. Or starting the zombie apocalypse.
I called a local company who specialize in poison ivy removal. Poison ivy is what they do. They kill poison ivy, so one would expect that they have seen it all.
They surveyed our poison ivy situation and told us that they had never seen a larger or more mature poison ivy system.
Yay! I’m still waiting to hear if we get a prize for that.
So, the place doesn’t actually remove the poison ivy. They kill it, but they don’t remove it. Which, honestly, would be difficult. The largest vine goes up at least 25 feet on one of the pine trees. The largest vine, by the way? It’s so big, you couldn’t get your thumb and forefinger around it.
So, when they are done, I will have the skeletal remains of the largest poison ivy plant in the county. Maybe the largest, I mean, how could I know? Other than what the professionals told us. The remains have berries. Berries that can drop and rise again like a poison ivy phoenix.
So, we have to either find someone who will remove the dead poison ivy, or keep up on little poison ivy plants that will keep popping up in our yard. I did look into goat rental. I guess goats will eat the shit out of poison ivy.
So, wrapping up.
- Joey might get eaten by a bear.
- Randy and I will be able to run around the house naked for the next two months.
- I have an impressively huge poison ivy plant.
Anyone have a goat I can borrow?