June 22, 2006

Evening: My car is here! I mean, my parents are here! And so is my car! I'm starting to fall in love with the car. What is it about a car that inspires such strong feelings?

And by the way, my parents are pretty kick-ass too. We had a great dinner with lots of wine and took it really easy today. There will be lots to do tomorrow.

Right now I'm at a Starbucks that stays open all night. To get here from my place, I had to pass a Caribou Coffee, a Seattle's Best, an Intelligentsia, and about 4 other Starbucks.

Morning: My parents arrive today with my car! I bought it in FL and they insisted on driving it up for me. They love me. (They also wanted to drive the car :)

They also want to help me move out. Within reason, of course. After 20 years of moving me and my sister hither and yon, I think they are ready to be retired from the heavy lifting. Goes well with the fact that they are retired professionally. I don't blame them, and there's not much for them to do anyway. So I have just enough time to train before they arrive. Then it will be cocktail hour. Then we'll relax this evening and tomorrow I'll start using the car to move stuff to my storage space and the Salvation Army. My dad will supervise and my mom will start cleaning out some cabinets. But we'll take it really easy. I've done a lot already and they are retired.

They have a nice life in FL; they live on a golf course and have lots of friends. Needless to say, the fact that they are happy makes me and my sister happy. My friend Noah described their retirement as just like freshman year of college, only with nicer furniture and more expensive alcohol. That's pretty accurate. When they call me to say hello, they always use the cell phone. This leaves the land line, aka the party line, free for calls from their friends. You never know when the next kegger is gonna be!I'm looking forward to seeing them. They've been so supportive of my recent decisions, even though it's scary for all of us.