My mother and I left Kripalu on Wednesday, the 24th, after listening to an introductory talk on Ayurveda. The woman who led the talk recommended a book which my mother and I both looked for in the gift shop but they were sold out. However, we did find a gift for her friend Cathy whom we would see the next day. Not that I needed another book. With two signed books and a dvd set and a couple of other books bought for others, not to mention the cd I bought for Rob, there simply was no need. Besides, we were going to meet Cathy at Barnes & Noble and I don’t know that I can ever get out of there without my mother buying me at least one book.
Back at my mother’s home, we dropped off our things and ran errands. First we picked up Lizzie and then we picked up Beauty. Lizzie is my mother’s shih-tzu and Beauty her parrot. The former loves me but the latter loathes me. I don’t even try to build a relationship with her any longer. Life’s too short and my fingers too delicate. Larry, who had been quite sick while we were at Kripalu, was still feeling poorly but he had seen his doctor and felt somewhat better.
He did not feel well enough to join us for dinner and my mother and I headed to a Thai restaurant. However, we decided to get ice cream instead and it was delicious. Naughty. Delicious. That evening, we had a relaxing time, listening to some beautiful music while Lizzie fell asleep in my arms. She had been staying with the groomer who has a few dogs of her own so poor Lizzie was understandably exhausted. I, too, was tired, and slept so well that night that I was surprised to wake up and find the sun already making the sky glow.
Thursday my mother and I headed to Barnes & Noble to meet Cathy. We had lunch there, talked a while about different things. We all then went to look at books. First we looked for a book for Bibi and we found an updated version of The Velveteen Rabbit but we specifically wanted the one with the illustrations my mother loved. We then looked for the book on Ayurveda but it wasn’t there.
Back at the house, we did some laundry and I started repacking, already getting ready for heading home. I had woken up feeling sad again about Romanov and that feeling stayed with me. We went to The Chef’s Table for dinner, a lovely French restaurant. The food was wonderful and, when we returned to the house, we relaxed for a little while, talking about the children and Rob, Larry’s weight loss, my exercise routine, and avoided talking about my weight gain.
Friday, I was awake before everyone once again and I did my morning practice in a wonderful silence, with the sun filling the room. I had coffee and I read. My mother and I were going to the Frick Collection, one of the few New York City museums I had never been before. In the car into the city, I was looking at the familiar neighborhoods going by and I realized how much I want to share my home town with Rob. And that’s when I realized that Rob and I should go to New York for our first real trip together. This way, if I have to sit out part of a tour or can’t walk through another wing of a museum, I won’t feel like I’m missing out on anything. The idea of sharing my home with my husband felt so wonderful.
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When we were back in New Jersey, my mother and I went to visit her friend Barbara who has pancreatic cancer. She had her pancreas removed which was like being turned into an instant diabetic. We’ve been sending batches of no sugar added cookies to my mother to share with Barbara. It was nice to meet her, to meet her beautiful greyhound (she and her husband rescue them), her husband and her parrot. After our visit, we had to go to the supermarket because the handyman who had been working in the kitchen was going to make sure my mother and Larry at least had access to the kitchen for the weekend. He would be back on Monday to do more work.
Varka where Larry and I shared a fish he had never had before. I was genuinely surprised there was something he had never tried before and the Fagri was delicious. If you ever have the chance to try it, I highly recommend it. The texture was buttery and the taste delicate.
Yes, I had dessert, an almond cake with figs and chocolate.
Saturday I had the pleasure of having lunch with my step-sister. Part of the previous day’s shopping included picking up all the things we needed for the lunch which was a wonderful salad, quiche, and an open blueberry pie for dessert. One of the things we had also bought was a box of Good Humor Ice Cream Toasted Almond bars. I was under orders to eat all six bars before I left. Thankfully, Janice was willing to help me finish the box as we had a wonderful conversation. Her mother had died the Friday after Thanksgiving and it was one of the many things we discussed. And Romanov. And of course all of the other things I had discussed. She is an amazing woman and I always have a glorious time with her. I wish I could see her more.
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We went to Aldo & Gianni’s for dinner. Fettuccine alla Bolognese. So good! Back at home, I was sort of done. We talked some more about the potential trip to New York, a bit about Janice, and said our goodnights. My last night in their home and I slept beautifully, perfectly, peacefully.
The morning was without surprises. I ate the last of the ice cream bars and had a couple cups of coffee. I put away the last of my things, mostly makeup and the sort of things I needed to make myself human before facing the world. I made sure to have a book or three to read while at the airport and on the plane. There were kisses and hugs goodbye and I get into the car. On this trip I felt more homesick than I had ever felt before. It isn’t that I wasn’t eager to be home on any of my previous visits but this time I ached for home, for my bed, for Rob and Snowdoll. I missed them more because it was the second week since Romanov’s death and this was all very much on my mind and in my heart.
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Snowdoll was insanely happy to see me. It was good to be home. It was sad to not be greeted by both of my beautiful dogs. Being away when I was allowed me to distance myself from my grief. Coming home again, I was overwhelmed with reminders. I sobbed myself to sleep, with Rob coming to bed early to hold me close.
It is good to be home, where I belong.