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I’ve got no strings to hold me down

Day 3: A girl could start to like being on her own.

Oh, sure I miss Basil and Catherine, but what a treat to have my own agenda for the day — no place to be, no friends to drive, no predetermined mealtimes, kid-specific errands or shopping requests. I don’t have to stay awake past my bedtime waiting for Catherine to come in from an outing.

It’s just me and the to-do list. I’ve tried to keep it an eclectic mix. So while there was laundry, vacuuming and the washing of floors (with more than my usual lick and promise), there was also Jazzercise and a … wait for it … deep-tissue massage at Aetheria Relaxation Spa in New Canaan. It was heavenly.

There were fewer missives from Disney today. This morning, the kids went to the water park, and then to Epcot. Basil seems mostly to want to discuss each meal (Mango coconut muffin for breakfast, rated a 6, $3. Chicken wrap with fries and diluted lemonade, $12.45, rated it a 7.5 and declared the honey mustard dressing on it a winner). Just a few minutes ago, he sent this beautiful picture of some of Disney’s signature gardens:

I’m not hearing much from Catherine (a good sign?) but I see from Facebook that she has procured Minnie Mouse ears; they look very cute, don’t you think?

Here's Catherine and a friend. I love the Minnie Mouse ears!

Tonight is the awards ceremony for the choral competition. I’m sure I’ll hear more from them later.

Now I’m making a rice salad (what I want for dinner, thank you very much) and sipping a cup of tea, getting ready to dive in to the next task on the list (I know I can’t possibly get to every cleaning, cooking, organizing or shopping project or long-coveted fun activity by Monday night, but I’m going down swinging).

The best part of the day? Please do not be offended if you are someone with whom I interact on a regular basis.

It is the silence.

Oh sure, I was glad to catch up with the ladies at Jazzercise and with the lovely folks at the spa. And I had a nice chat with my mom. But except for Basil’s friend, Ozzie, who dropped in to hear how the trip is going, and the two Jehovah’s Witness folks who stopped by tell me Jesus is real, I got to simply melt into the quiet.

Several mysteries dog me, however:

  • Why am I getting up earlier than I need to?
  • How is it that it is hard to fall asleep WITHOUT the snoring next to me?
  • Why, when the remote is mine, all mine, is there not a blessed thing on television?
  • And why, if I have the whole queen-sized bed to myself, do I remain curled up on my side of it?

About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.


2 thoughts on “I’ve got no strings to hold me down

  1. I can attest that habits die hard! Even when I travel alone — not that it happens often — I sleep on “my side”. And the snoring is part of the habit.

    We had a group of dancers living with us for part of one summer. They all lived in NYC, mostly a block or two from Broadway around 49th St. The first few nights they spent at the house, they had a problem sleeping with the silence. No sirens, garbage trucks banging at 3 am, horns honking, car alarms. They wondered how we could sleep in the silence. But after a few weeks, they went back to the city for the weekend, and couldn’t sleep. Too much noise.

    Basil will be back — the noise level will rise again. And you’ll look forward to your next time of freedom!


    Posted by Karen Waggoner | April 28, 2012, 9:54 pm

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