First Night

The grandsons and I spent last night in Maine … quiet, peaceful Maine. The two teens helped gather my meager belongings, pack them into the van, take the four-and-a-hour trip north, unpack the van, distribute the appropriate boxes to their respective rooms. By 9 p.m., they were ready to sleep — including yours truly whose role was to serve as supervisor — and feed them.

It really wasn’t too bad because I really didn’t have any furniture. The only pieces salvaged from when I left the Pine Tree State nine months ago was my television  and a television stand I confiscated from my New York daughter. The rest consisted of mostly boxes — some baking pans, a few stray dishes, books, important papers, clothes, coats, my guard goose, and, of course, Karen. I had figured I would splurge with a new bed and recliner when I settled in.

Older grandson — the organized one — went through a checklist of things I needed, including a pot to boil water for oatmeal for breakfast. We jetted to the store to pick up some of the necessities, like hand soap, go figure. We picked up a broom and garbage can — which came in handy when he knocked over the coffee grinds while tidying up before we left — but neglected to add measuring cups and utensils to the cart. Instead of oatmeal, we ate out.

Older grandson also checked all the lights and appliances {I may have to get a rear coil on the stove}, including all the plugs {we/he discovered a switch that didn’t apparently turn anything on}. He kept adding to my list of basic needs — dish soap, scrubby or sponge, dishwasher liquid, dishclothes and towels {I may have them in one of the boxes}, shower curtain, bathmat, sheets {I may have them too}, a folding chair to sit on until I get the recliner, etc.

Younger grandson was the entertainment, darting from one rabbit hole to another almost non-stop. He was in seventh heaven when the bottom fell out out of the junk box. He went through it, picking out “treasures” like an old mouse, mouse pad, voice recorder, blank cassettes, and a pencil with two erasers shaped like a gavel. I didn’t have the heart to tell him they were probably from the ’90s and didn’t work, but, hey, they’re out of my junk box.

Younger grandson was also giddy when older grandson hooked up the television and powered it up. His demeanor quickly changed when he realized there was no Internet connection — just a screen with a bunch of apps showing. I was told getting Internet was my top priority. How could he — he meant me — live without it. He’s right about that. As soon as I get back, reliable in-house Internet service is one of my first calls.

We had three square meals — Burger King for lunch, not a recommendation; Lakeshore, overlooking upper Lake Wassookeag; and Our Fambily Restaurant, which amply compensated for our oatmeal utensil disaster.

We were blessed by a rainbow during dinner, which gave me, at least, a sign of divine pleasure at this latest adventure. Older grandson and I sat on a bench at the complex after dinner, just watching the moon peeking between the clouds high above the pine trees as dusk turned to dark.

The conversations we had were … interesting. But the highlight was the interaction among the three of us. The boys would bring up technology and some really strange thoughts. I tended to reminisce about the “old days” and ground their theories on life.

It was a good first night back in Maine …

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Failure is just a resting place. It is an opportunity to begin again more intelligently. — Henry Ford

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6 Responses to First Night

  1. Congrats Papa Joe for making it back to Maine safe and sound… What an awesome share/post.
    Seems your heart got called back to Maine like my heart still longs to be back in Oregon.

    Welcome to your new home! Now, get that New Bed and Recliner Ordered! LOL.
    PSSS… Email me your new mailing address so I can send you a KITTEN…(House warming surprise!!) Thanks.

    Cat 🥰🤣😻🐾🐈

  2. TamrahJo says:

    Congratulations! You apparently are deep in shedding the bonds of adulting it, protecting, serving others on various fronts to have the blessed relief of a second chance at freedom – aka ‘childhood’ – LOL – your piece reminded me of the things I did, for my sons, as they prepared to or moved out into their ‘own freedoms’ of their own household, all while it ALSO reminded me of their light-hearted ways of telling me, “mom, don’t worry! It’ll be fine! Really, if I have this…, or I need this mom and if you don’t get it, well…then…” all while I was checking lights, checking infrastructure, sorting out homeplace goods to send them off into the world with enough pots, pans, kettles, dishes to fix mac & cheese or oatmeal when the hour of day or budget precluded eating out – two sets of sheets – one to in the hamper for washing and one fresh in linen closet to change out – “what’s a linen closet?” questions answered – “the hall closet that isn’t filled with the stuff you shoved in there to unpack, settle in later OR the stuff you throw in there when I say, “hey, I’m in town, can I drop by?” and want to show me how well you’re making it ‘on your own ” – – LOL – sob, this was so funny to read – from both sides of the equation – but sounds like priorities got set, everyone got fed and you have enough stuff in place to settle back in – at the home where you wish to be – :). (Seriously, though, just saying, you live back east – best have more than one set of towels, it’s my experience that leaving the wet one up to dry on the rack back there just means it’s ruined by mold/fungus growth and no amount of white vinegar or bleach or baking soda strips the weave of such things – – LOL)

    • No adulting for me! I just mused at how reliant the boys are to modern conveniences. The new adventure reminded me when we moved the family into an old convent in Toledo. If we could survive there we could survive anywhere. It was old, hadn’t really been used in years, in a less than desirable part of town [constant police sirens were our background music], no tv, before Internet, and home to a homeless man invited in by one of the other diocesan priests. But they each had a bedroom and sleeping bag. And they did survive! I’ll have to share one day.

  3. Sharon Hazel says:

    A little slice of life, thanks for the snapshot – settle in to your new home and I look forward to the next installment!

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