Well Fan and Peter just left. Lately, my blog posts are so rare that they seem to only occur at major points. I suppose you could call this a major point in the scope of this year at least. They are headed back to Fuzhou until August 31 at which point they will return. I am going to miss them a lot and I regret that I won't be able to see them on a daily basis anymore. I have gained so much knowledge in this past year and I'm going to miss having them around. (Wait, I've already said that, right?) It needs to be said multiple times.
The baby of course went with them. I took pictures of them as they were packing up. I helped them get the bags to the MetroCar. I reminded them to take everything off of the porch. A few minutes ago I heard someone bounding up the steps and I ran out to the stairwell hoping they forgot something. Nothing. I suppose my imagination must have gotten the better of me. Wishful thinking perhaps. Well they should arrive within two days and I will email them now and be ready to skype them later.
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 06, 2009
My Aunt Bonnie
I just learned that my Aunt Bonnie has died of cancer. Wait for it... 6 MONTHS AGO!!!! My question to my parents: Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Up north for the last time
Well I'm going to get on the road and head up north with my family any minute now, so I thought that I'd scribble this post down and type it when I got time. This will likely be the last time that I'll ever see my dad's mother's vacation home in Harbor Springs. I'm so depressed about it. It will probably be a stressful trip since we're taking home a lot of the stuff in the home. I cherish many good memories there. I'll talk more later Got to go. Read the archives!!!!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Nana
I would like to dedicate this post to my grandmother, Ruth S. Rodger.
I went to her home today. It's amazing how doing simple chores around the house can bring back happy memories that have since turned painful. Doing the dishes. I made dinner for myself and washed the dishes afterwards. I also washed the dishes that my sister dirtied. As I stood there washing my late grandmother's Martha Stewart Everyday dish, I started to reminisce. I thought about the times that my Nana would make us dinner. She would labor over our dinner and after we were finished, she would take the dishes into the kitchen and wash them ever so carefully.
I looked over to my left and saw the bread box. I remember when she first bought that bread box. She opened it and showed me that one puts bread in there and it would keep for longer periods of time than if it was just on the counter. I looked farther left still and noticed the absence of my grandmother's table. It is now at my home a mere three blocks away, however at the moment it seems as though the distance from Nana's kitchen and that table might as well be a million miles. One of my favorite memories of my grandmother and myself is when we were waiting for my mom to pick me up one night. I begged my grandmother to play war with me. We had so much fun playing cards on her table that night. I just didn't want it to end. Unfortunately, as with all good things, there must be an end.
I only have a few dishes to go, but I take my time as I try to wash each dish with the care that my grandmother did when she did the dishes. She very well may have been my closest living relative. She was funny and sweet, and I like to think that I have inherited my good qualities from her. As I turn back towards the sink, I notice that there is a plant next to the bread box. It's drooping, but it appears to be alive.
After I finish with the dishes in the sink, I go to the adjacent living room where I spent many an afternoon watching television and eating Pepperidge Farm cookies. I sit on the green and blue couch as my mother drives up the driveway in her mini-van. It reminds me of all of the times that she picked me up after a visit to Nana's. I never wanted to leave, but I always did.
My mother gets out of the car, and notices the weeds in bags on the front stoop. She comes into the house, and immediately inquires where I weeded.
"Out back", I say without looking up to meet her gaze.
I clearly have more important things on my mind. Of course she cannot notice, and continues to barrage me with seemingly meaningless and obvious questions.
"What's with the fan?" She asks
"I was using it to cool off," I reply still without meeting her gaze. My mom leaves the room and begins her inspection of the house. She finds many minor impurites in the cleanliness of the house, and makes sure that I take care of them. I notice that though she found many faults, she didn't notice the starving plant next to the bread box. Once my mother is done with her inspection and certain areas are cleaned up to her satisfaction, she heads into her mother's TV room. My mother turns on the television, and after a few minutes of standing in the kitchen rehashing fond memories of my grandmother, I ask my mom if she's ready to go. She immediately turns off the television and heads into the living room and sits down at the chair next to the front door. I am still standing in the kitchen when she says, "Well, aren't you coming?"
I respond with a promise that I'll be there in a minute. I look at the plant and I think of how my grandmother must have taken meticulous care of it. I imagine how my grandmother watered it everyday and made sure that it had enough sun. Though she passed on last October, the plant seems to have survived. I decide to water the plant. I quickly get some water in a juice glass and pour it into the plant's pot. I pour a second glass in the pot and make a note to come back soon and continue watering it.
My mother and I close up the house, and lock the door. She stands outside while I pick up the two bags of weeds that I pulled from my Nana's backyard earlier that day. I put the weeds behind the driver's seat of her van and close the door. We get in the van. Before we pull out of the driveway I make sure to remind my mother that we have to come back soon to water the plant. Her only reply is "Hm" which suggests that watering a plant in her mother's house is at the bottom of her to-do list.
After we arrive at home, I notice that despite it being dark out, my mother taking great care to water every one of her plants. I continue to sit in the car until long after she has gone inside. I sit and ponder why my mother doesn't even notice Nana's plant, yet takes such good care of her own. The world is funny like that.
I went to her home today. It's amazing how doing simple chores around the house can bring back happy memories that have since turned painful. Doing the dishes. I made dinner for myself and washed the dishes afterwards. I also washed the dishes that my sister dirtied. As I stood there washing my late grandmother's Martha Stewart Everyday dish, I started to reminisce. I thought about the times that my Nana would make us dinner. She would labor over our dinner and after we were finished, she would take the dishes into the kitchen and wash them ever so carefully.
I looked over to my left and saw the bread box. I remember when she first bought that bread box. She opened it and showed me that one puts bread in there and it would keep for longer periods of time than if it was just on the counter. I looked farther left still and noticed the absence of my grandmother's table. It is now at my home a mere three blocks away, however at the moment it seems as though the distance from Nana's kitchen and that table might as well be a million miles. One of my favorite memories of my grandmother and myself is when we were waiting for my mom to pick me up one night. I begged my grandmother to play war with me. We had so much fun playing cards on her table that night. I just didn't want it to end. Unfortunately, as with all good things, there must be an end.
I only have a few dishes to go, but I take my time as I try to wash each dish with the care that my grandmother did when she did the dishes. She very well may have been my closest living relative. She was funny and sweet, and I like to think that I have inherited my good qualities from her. As I turn back towards the sink, I notice that there is a plant next to the bread box. It's drooping, but it appears to be alive.
After I finish with the dishes in the sink, I go to the adjacent living room where I spent many an afternoon watching television and eating Pepperidge Farm cookies. I sit on the green and blue couch as my mother drives up the driveway in her mini-van. It reminds me of all of the times that she picked me up after a visit to Nana's. I never wanted to leave, but I always did.
My mother gets out of the car, and notices the weeds in bags on the front stoop. She comes into the house, and immediately inquires where I weeded.
"Out back", I say without looking up to meet her gaze.
I clearly have more important things on my mind. Of course she cannot notice, and continues to barrage me with seemingly meaningless and obvious questions.
"What's with the fan?" She asks
"I was using it to cool off," I reply still without meeting her gaze. My mom leaves the room and begins her inspection of the house. She finds many minor impurites in the cleanliness of the house, and makes sure that I take care of them. I notice that though she found many faults, she didn't notice the starving plant next to the bread box. Once my mother is done with her inspection and certain areas are cleaned up to her satisfaction, she heads into her mother's TV room. My mother turns on the television, and after a few minutes of standing in the kitchen rehashing fond memories of my grandmother, I ask my mom if she's ready to go. She immediately turns off the television and heads into the living room and sits down at the chair next to the front door. I am still standing in the kitchen when she says, "Well, aren't you coming?"
I respond with a promise that I'll be there in a minute. I look at the plant and I think of how my grandmother must have taken meticulous care of it. I imagine how my grandmother watered it everyday and made sure that it had enough sun. Though she passed on last October, the plant seems to have survived. I decide to water the plant. I quickly get some water in a juice glass and pour it into the plant's pot. I pour a second glass in the pot and make a note to come back soon and continue watering it.
My mother and I close up the house, and lock the door. She stands outside while I pick up the two bags of weeds that I pulled from my Nana's backyard earlier that day. I put the weeds behind the driver's seat of her van and close the door. We get in the van. Before we pull out of the driveway I make sure to remind my mother that we have to come back soon to water the plant. Her only reply is "Hm" which suggests that watering a plant in her mother's house is at the bottom of her to-do list.
After we arrive at home, I notice that despite it being dark out, my mother taking great care to water every one of her plants. I continue to sit in the car until long after she has gone inside. I sit and ponder why my mother doesn't even notice Nana's plant, yet takes such good care of her own. The world is funny like that.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Mia
Today I saw my old nanny, Mia for the first time in years!!! I was so excited to see her and catch up. We went to the DYC and had a fun dinner. I'm sorry that I have not been writing enough. I have been really busy. Anyway Mia and I caught up, but Lizzie didn't get to spend much time with her, so we're going to see her again in a few weeks.
Friday, April 25, 2008
This terrible COLD
I have had the worst cold recently. It started on Wednesday, and it's just been getting worse and worse with time. In my opinion, this is the worst time to catch a cold because when it's spring or summertime, and the weather is warm, one is most unconfortable. I'll try to recover, but in the meantime, enjoy your cold-free life.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My Sister's Birthday
Well, I'm planning to get my sister a birthday gift for her 16th birthday this coming May. We're planning a big 16th birthday bash at the DYC. I'm excited for her. For my 16th, I literally didn't do anything. We didn't even go out. The family offered, but I didn't want to. I didn't have a good day at school that day, and I just wanted to be alone. I hope that her 16th will be a great one. I know that the gifts that I got her will be ones that she'll enjoy.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A checkup, and a fresh start.
Hey everyone out there in bloggerland. I just wanted to check in and touch base, so to speak, regarding my surgery. I have made an almost full recovery, and I am very optimistic about being able to eat crackers without thinking about possible consequences. Right now, I'd say that I've made a 90% recovery. I'm not all the eay there, but I'm getting close. I would also like to take this opportunity to mention that starting tomorrow, the second semester of Junior year is in full swing. I want to get a great start on it, so I will be bidding adieu momentarily, however I would first like to thank my family for putting up with me through thick and thin, and especially my mom who has been nothing if not the most supportive person in my life right now. I love you all goodnight.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Busy lately.
Hey guys. I haven't been writing much. It could be because of the deaths in the family, which have me pretty busy. I have also come down with a nasty virus. It's like a cold, but a lot worse because it causes coughing fits. In the morning I have been coughing up mucus. It's pretty nasty. I just wanted to let you know that I'll try to write more coming up because I want to be able to look back at this blog in years to come. Dad's mom's burial was this morning. I attended, so my parents pulled me out of school. It seemed like it was good for closure. It seemed cliche that it was raining when we buried the body, but once it was buried the rain let up. Anyway, the family is leaving tomorrow, going back to their respective homes. I want to get together and say goodbye, because it could be a while before I see them again. :(
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
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