I’m sitting on my back porch, in the dark. Cigarette lit, hot apple cider beside me, robe and slippers. It is a beautiful 62 degrees out here in Toledo. My backyard is full of the sounds of crickets and other nocturnal noise makers, and I can hear some traffic from the front side of the house. The moon is barely emitting any light, covered by a beautiful smattering of clouds. I’d take a picture but phone cameras never do a view such as that any justice. I can smell that someone has a bonfire going in the neighborhood, and it adds just the right touch of fall. It’s supposed to push 80 tomorrow and 90 on Monday, but for now, tonight, it’s fall. And I’m loving every minute of it.
I spent the day with brother, doing some organizing and rearranging of the basement. My back is aching just a bit, better after some yoga and some Motrin. We rearranged boxes and built a shelf and swapped a washer and dryer pair, moving one machine from the garage up porch steps, through the kitchen and down my narrow basement steps. We put together my old kitchen table and consolidated my Christmas decor, and found my fall decor. I’m trying my best to wait until after labor day to put it out, but it’s taking quite a bit of self control to keep from doing it. I’ve started to create a living space in the basement and so we also moved my old beat up recliner into place with its mysterious stains and odd creaks. I love that damn thing, regardless. It’s broke in just right from rocking a tired but sleepless Chaser on many late nights, from acrobatics being performed on it by hooligan children, from being kicked back after long days at work. I’m excited that it’s useable and accessible again.
I can’t always tear myself away from my own life to make the drive home to see brother and it makes me so happy that he opted to come here to see me and gladly helped me with the basement. I promise you I’m the luckiest sister in the world. After getting a little lost trying to find a nearby gas station, and me going to find him and guide him there, Aaron made his way back home. Although we worked through the day, it was not tedious or boring. We talked about music and life, and as always worked well together, each anticipating the others next thought or move. I love working with my brother. It’s like working with myself, only taller and stronger.
After all of that activity I found myself too exhausted to make the homemade chicken nuggets I had pulled chicken out for, and opted to take the boys to dinner. I consumed enough food for two people, drank 3 cups of coffee, all while my children charmed the shit out of the waitresses with their politeness and cuteness and humor. We were bad patrons and shot straw paper at each other, talked and laughed too loud, had a whispering contest, and I sang along to the oldies on the radio, much to my children’s embarrassment. And then shut them up by quizing them on the names of the bands and artists. The majority of the music was stuff my mother listened to. I’ve been thinking of her a lot lately, and it seemed fitting that her music would be playing in the backround this evening. I then made the boys pick up the straw wrappers, tipped the waitress generously for putting up with our shenanigans, and rushed next door to the car wash for the second time today so Matt could see the cool lights inside. We screamed and joked about the different stages of the wash, naming each one something hellacious like we were in a horror movie. I made a crack that only cool people entrtain themselves on Saturday night by going through the car wash and Matt high-fived me.
So now I sit here at not even midnight, ready for bed.
My life is full. It is hectic and crazy. I have a lot on my plate and I only rest when I’m sleeping. But Good God am I blessed.