Chez Songbird, Children, Home


The nice man sitting in 16E made more conversation than I usually like to have on an airplane. He was traveling with his elderly father, a man in the early stages of dementia whose repetitive questions my neighbor answered with the affability of the extremely patient parent of a 7-year-old. I let down my guard and made conversation about seating zones and booking tickets through Expedia and how many things about travel just don’t make sense.

And then he asked, “Are you on your way home, or are you leaving home for a trip somewhere else?”

“Well,” I answered, stalling a little, “I guess both. I’m going back to the place that has been my home and leaving the place that will soon become my home.”

It’s all right there. The new is coming. Plans are being made, bookcases purchased, a kitchen rearranged for a much shorter user. Lists are being written, of things to pack and things to to sell (I hope) and things to give away and things to take to the dump.

I’ve been in this house fourteen years. When I moved here from across town with three young children and two cats, a small moving van brought our things, but was quickly followed by a gigantic one full of things that had been in my parents’ house, my old home in Virginia. There were boxes into which I barely peeked, because I was busy, and the reality that my parents had both died–forever! no coming back!–felt too hard to acknowledge by picking through boxes of everything from the chest of drawers in the guest room. I got the furniture arranged, my great-grandmother’s Limoges unpacked and displayed, and then I ran out of emotional energy and let some things sit in their boxes in the basement.

For fourteen years.

Upstairs we were busy living. I drove children to play rehearsals and dance classes. I finished seminary. I made mistakes. (I have regrets.) I tried things I wish I hadn’t. (I really mean it.)

Edward, Lucy, Peter and giant rhododendron in its glory, 2006.

The rhododendrons on either side of the front steps got so big they threatened to meet in the middle.

I drove to the vet, the orthodontist, the optometrist, the airport, the bus station, to meetings and worship services.

Dogs and cats came and went. Hearts rejoiced and broke.

I drove children to orchestra rehearsals, to college, to conservatory, to the coffee shop to work across the table from each other.

Other things happened, but none of them managed to make this place feel less like home.

When we sat around the dining room table, we laughed, and when we get the chance to do it now, we still laugh. Those three at my table make my bones feel liquid with love and pride and continual amusement.

It’s hard to leave here, but it’s not hard at all. That feeling will go with me. We’ll eat together again, at the same table, chairs arranged for our enlarged family, in a new home.


Baptism, Chez Songbird, Grrrls

Only at my house

LP missed church today, staying over at her dad's while nursing a sore throat. I had a plan to bring a doll in to use as a prop while discussing Baptism during the Children's Message, so I went into her room this morning and chose, from among the many possibilities, her MyTwinn doll. All the dollies were dressed for bed, but her MyTwinn had on a gown that could have passed for a christening robe, so she got the privilege of traveling to church.

During the service, I gathered the children around the font, let them see and touch the water, explained the sorts of questions that the pastor asks at a Baptism, then showed them about how much water I would put in my hand. I explained, by showing them with the doll, what I would do and say.

I told the adults I hoped no one would report to the authorities that I had baptized a doll.

On the way home, I called LP and explained that I had borrowed a doll, and which doll it was, and she replied, "That doll has already been baptized."


Chez Songbird, Children, Family

In the Nest

Tonight, all the birds will be in the nest.

#1 Son arrived yesterday. He’s involved in a production of Henry V, and for some reason the theater company decided to come to City By the Sea for a weekend. Needless to say, this is delightful! If you live in Greater City By the Sea, click the picture in the sidebar to find out more about getting tickets. And if you live in Greater Big Apple, they’ll be back there next weekend. He’s staying with us until — actually, I don’t know how long he’s staying, but I’m hoping he’ll be here Sunday night for the Lost finale. We’ll see.

Later today we’ll drive to Beantown and collect Snowman from Hot and Cool Conservatory. He’s had a great second semester and will be home for several weeks before heading to Land o’Lakes Arts Academy/Camp, where he has a job on the stage crew for the summer concert series. We’ll miss him, but he is eager to get back to the lake and the trees and the music, and who can blame him. We’ll have three or four more weeks to listen to him practice in August.

In the midst of this, I have a very busy week at church. My colleague is away on a trip with the choir (they left on a bus for Quebec at 6 a.m.!), and this is the week of Confirmation, so I have a service to finish planning. The 12 8th graders who have been my weekly charge since September have finished their work. We meet tomorrow night to rehearse for the service and have a party. Then they get another party with the congregation on Sunday!

And meanwhile, I’m in a full-on job search, receiving gratifying phone calls, letters and emails that I hope will lead to a settled call. (There have been a few “no” letters, too, but more of the other, for which I am grateful.) This throws life into minor turmoil as we wonder whether this will remain *the* nest. I can only hope that where the Mama Songbird goes, the little birds will follow, as their increasingly grown-up schedules allow.

But for today, there’s worship planning to do, and a rehearsal for #1 Son, and a long car trip in the late afternoon, and packing for Snowman I’m guessing, and a chamber group re-audition for LP tonight, and the high likelihood of a very happy dog when he has both his boys home later.

I hope there is happiness in your nest today, however it looks, wherever it is.

Chez Songbird, Domestics

Truly, I tell you…

Angel soft

We still use the usual amounts of many of the things mentioned in the comments on the last post, but they are particular to the two of us or even just to me (coffee, for instance).

The one thing we all theoretically use, but that we still go through at pretty much the same pace is the t.p.

Oh, and the ammo, of course. 😉

Chez Songbird, Domestics

Grocery shopping

Groceries1 When LP and I are the only ones at home, the grocery shopping is different.

We drink less milk, can barely get through a gallon without having it go sour.

A loaf of bread lasts a whole week.

We rarely buy a box of pasta, but when the boys are home I buy two or three every time I go to the store.

Laundry detergent lasts longer, and dish washing detergent, too, since we run the dishwasher every other day.

Tonight I bought one boneless chicken breast.

But there’s one thing we seem to go through just as quickly without them.

Can you guess what?