Home, home, home
I'm back from Texas, and have been for awhile now. I had the strange feeling upon returning home, that I wasn't truly "home," but merely on another leg of my travels. It's taken a week or so of normal life--laundry, dishes, diapers--to shake that feeling, and find contentment in being settled until we visit Baltimore for Christmas.
We're settled, but not completely. I have mounting anxieties about our finances, about employment, about the loose strings that moving has created. I won't go into the complicated details, but applying for food stamps and state health benefits has turned into a game of setting up dominoes in just the right positions so that one falls right after another. It feels as though there are 27 steps for each document I need to prove that we are who we say we are, live where we say we live, and need what we say we need.
Experiencing a New England autumn again has made up for this, however. Crisp air and that familiar temperate forest smell evoke powerful childhood memories for me. I'm remembering what it means to layer clothing, and discovering that my wardrobe is sorely lacking in chilly New England essentials. I curse Baltimore for making me a weather wuss.
The kids are very healthy (at the moment), and lucky for us, the dreaded H1N1 vaccine shortage won't hit home; Ruth has had her first dose, while Steve and I will get ours this week. It's nice to have a toddler whose nose I don't need to wipe every ten minutes, and a baby breathing easy and phlegm-free.
Thanksgiving is nigh upon us; Steve's parents will be up for a visit to get their hit of Ruthie's energy and Lucas' baby smiles. Both my brothers will return to Natick, and we will gather around the table like old times, and perhaps even say the family grace with gusto:
God is great, God is good
and we thank him for our food.
By his hands we are fed
we thank him for our daily bread.
Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub!
Yay, God!
(Mom always tried to make us drop that last bit.)
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(See my October family photos, too!)
