I have a date with the twinkie tonight. I am not really sure that is the best way to identify her, but it is batter than posting her name and address for all you blogstalkers. Anywhoo, we are meeting in Dupont Circle and having a night on the town.
Then, tomorrow morning, I am making pancakes with my Dad in our house for the last time on a Saturday morning. My Dad made pancakes for us most Saturday mornings when we were growing up and lived with the rents. When I went off to boarding school at the government's insistence, that is what I missed most. Well, that and the help my Dad gave me with math. When I came for the various holidays and breaks, I would try to remember to buy maple syrup that the school made from the trees on the grounds. I will miss eating pancakes grilled on the stove in our house. I will miss the house my Dad built. Not just because he did most of the work and what he didn't do, his male relations did. I will miss the crazy orange tree from Africa that is really an Acacia variety and not an orange tree at all. I will miss the three inch thorns on that tree and how they could go all the way through your foot. I will miss the 2 inch diameter pseudo-oranges and miss throwing them into other yarsd and at cars. I will miss my Mom trying to talk to us from the basement when the washer and dryer were louder than her. I will miss mowing the lawn in 70% humidity and 90 degree heat. I will miss the wallpaper my Mom put in that makes itlook like old people live there. I will miss falling down the stairs and putting hy knee through the drywall and my Mom chewing me out about wrecking the wallpaper. I will be sad, but I will move on because that is life and one must put your best knee through the wallpaper.