Moving Right Along
2007 June 30
Right now life feels like a car accident when the policeman says, “Move along now. Nothing to see here.”
We’ve moved. There might be photos sometime soon. Right now there are boxes and crazy children and more boxes and a July 4th parade in town that involved saluting and flags and a minister blessing the proceedings. I may be a godless Yankee heathen, but that particular combination of patriotism and God really makes me retch. And there were girls with batons and hairpieces. Fake hair stuck on the heads of children. Including toddlers. I had to be held down.
And more boxes.
Good luck with the moving chaos.
I hate the hairpiece on little girl-children culture. I teach tap to kids but there’s none of the leotards and matching tap-shoes stuff, that overblown formality. I was left amazed when a hairpiece rep found my school details from the web & rang me to sell me stuff. Why do they need extra hair to learn to dance??
The other day, we were driving in the car and Julian made a discovery.
“I have hair on my legs,” he says to us.
“Yeah, you’re a mammal,” I replied from the front seat.
“Get it off!” he screamed.
I don’t know what he would do if anyone actually tried to put extra hair on his head.
Glad to hear the move is into phase 2 (the unpacking).
Good luck with all of that moving stuff.
Wait, what? Children with fake hair?
Everyone is moving!
Sister
Parents
Everyone on my “in case of emergency” contact list”…
At least u are moving incremently closer – rather than farther away.
Fake hair gives one something to think about other than “why do we have all this stuff?”
sigh*
Been thinking of you and the family.
Hairpieces? Yikes.
Best of luck with the move.
You will be fine, healthy hatred of hair in weird places and many boxes, I feel for you but it will be great, new friends, new places, its exciting.
The thing that upsets me the most is that the hair-piece attaching people don’t seem to get that July 4th is a date. On a calendar. They seemed to have missed this when scheduling their little Jesus Loves to USA Parade.
Those hairpieces sound creepy (though I was relieved to see you post about anything!).
My 4th of July beef is my neighbors setting off firecrackers every night from Jun 4 to Aug 4. We are just a big bunch of shattered nerves, human and feline, in this house. What gives with the firecrackers, people??
I can’t stand real hair. Ick.
Some parts of american culture (or lack thereof) plain old confuse me.
And you’re my personal hero moving with kids. I hate moving without them.
Welcome to rural PA, where time last checked in in the 1970s. We came to love our small-town parades but similarly loathed the all-too-prevalent religiosity of it all. I’m sorry but batons and hairpieces beyond the call of motherhood and marriage.
Step 1 of the move is done. You’re there. Unpack a box when you can and take a little time each day to get to know your new town.
And when you’ve got a mo between the boxes and the retching would you pls call with your new address/phone number/something so that I can hug by voice and with presents rather than via blog? this is a jolly big virtual hug though, right here (( )).
you have left the pod…fake hair, livestock and hysterectomies abound. repeat after me: “why i’d LOVE to come scrapbooking!”