Family Ties
June 23rd, 2005 byIt looks like some kind of fragment bomb went off in my upstairs bathroom. Bars of special soap, cremes, clarifying lotions, organic toothpaste, brushes, curlers, crimper things, files, sanders, buffers, face masks, ear plugs, and q-tips lying strewn about the countertop in disarray. Utter chaos. For someone who is so amazingly well kept, organized and tidy, my sister makes one hell of a mess when she’s getting ready for bed.
Yup, it’s here. The Family with a capitol “F”. Our last few days together as one nuclear unit (minus mom of course) before my dad takes of to Sweden. Thursday. I’m heading to DC on the same day, although from a different airport. Naomi is taking off a day or two earlier. We’re working hard, hanging out, playing, fighting, eating and generally feeling really odd about all of this. I’m petrified that I’m going to get stuck with a house full of junk when my dad leaves. Nomi is worried that she’s going to be stuck without a dad. Dad is worried that he’ll just get stuck here. It’s just weird.