My Day Sleuthing

Let’s just say I am a detective. I unearthed mystery documents, broke into a safe, and investigated malpractice. I am exhausted but just finished up buying new bath mats and towels as a reward for my long day of sleuthing. It is 9:18pm, and I am going to make this one quick so I can get some sewing done before bed.

Next to my computer, stretching out from a blue mason jar are a bunch of yellow tulips. In floristry, a “bunch” is ten stems. All tulips come in bunches. I love tulips and I love yellow– so I bought some this morning. The grocery store was selling them for $7.99/bunch which I felt was a justified price for a visual sign of growth and positivity. Tulip stems continue to elongate even after they are harvested. It is pretty awesome.

My dear friends came and conquered. The boys helped me pack up my dads closet and the girls organized the paper hurricane that is the office. Five porno DVD’s were found (thankfully not by me), twenty three pairs of Christmas themed socks, and a Stanley Cup and World Series pin from years our team’s had won. There was also a lot of weed paraphernalia packaged in extra large Skippy & Gatorade jars. Imagining my dad smoking weed, I do not picture him as the sixty-four year old he is but rather the eighteen year old he was. All of the sudden, his 70’s style shoulder length blonde hair and his belly is back. I really miss my dad’s belly, it was always a really good one. I’ll probably throw the pipes out but when things die down and I am not afraid of having to drive at any moment, I’ll smoke the weed in his honor.

I am meeting my neighbors. One of my neighbors, named Bridget, I remember vaguely from my childhood. When she was away on her honeymoon, I watched her dog. I remember watching Burlesque with Christina Aguilera on her cream colored couch and feeling mischievous because of the adult themes and content. At the time, I was in it for the vocals, but now who knows what my focus would be. Anyway, I gave Bridget a call today off the home phone that I am going to transfer over to my name when the time comes because I love having a home phone number. A few apartments (and states) ago I had a home phone. I would forward my calls from my cell to the house phone in attempts to wean my way off of the drug of technology (it worked by the way). My thought is getting derailed extremely quick, which I have been noticing in the couple of days. I am chalking it up to stress. Bridget has kids now and they also have a swimming pool in their backyard. I don’t think I would want to have a swimming pool in my own backyard but I certainly would like to be friends with a neighbor that does.

My brother and I picked out a spot for the pussy willow today. I am excited to plant it together. Our tree will be planted among the roots of our ancestors trees, many of them who had passed before my brother was even born. I am trying to share with him what I know about those whom he’ll never meet. I am learning more about them everyday that I live in this house.

I look forward to chatting tomorrow.