Audrey and I made the drive to Milwaukee last weekend for a mini Christmas celebration with some of my family. The day after we got there 8″ of snow fell leaving us with a little extra time to spend indoors at my mom’s. THAT meant hunting through the basement to see what goodies were still stored away there from my childhood. I was able to come away with a few goodies: a Battleship game (before they made it with noises and lights), a couple of puzzles (not pictured is my coveted Duran Duran puzzle), some Snoopy comic books, my Spirograph drawing kit and my still-unsolved Rubiks cube (also not pictured)! Thanks for saving all my crap, Mom!
November 18, 2012
My mom calls me every Sunday whether she has news to tell me or not. If I can’t get to the phone she’ll leave a message and say, “Hi. It’s me. Just my Sunday call. No news. You don’t need to call me back.” Sometimes our conversations are 5 minutes and sometimes they’re 25. Usually she calls in the afternoon before the Packers game or sometimes during half time. Today 3:00 rolled around and there was no call. Even though I didn’t have any news except that I had survived rollerskating with Audrey’s Girl Scout troop last Sunday it felt a little strange. Finally at 5:00 she called, taking a quick break from helping my step dad with a project at their new house. The conversation was probably only 10 minutes but it didn’t matter. I got my Sunday call.