***TotFest 2000*** continues
tomorrow night when Kyle -- aka "Son #Only" -- touches down in our Zip
Code for four days of palm trees, pizza, power shopping and
embarrassing amounts of publicity on Mom's website.
seems that he is arriving with somewhat less fanfare than his sister
did, earlier this month ... you're absolutely correct.
visit is no less important and exciting and anticipated than Jaymi's
visit was. I'm looking forward to it every bit as much. I'm
preparing for it with equal amounts of enthusiasm and energy and
ludicrously obsessive maternal attention to detail. We've already
stockpiled most of his favorites: Pepsi, honey ham, Dijonnaise,
sourdough bread, corndogs. The only items on his list that we haven't
been able to find are Tim's Cascade Potato Chips. Are those a local
TicTac thing? I can't seem to find them anywhere in the Bay Area. We
are also unable to locate something called Reese's Puff Cereal. (Which
may be just as well. Any breakfast cereal with the name "Reese's" in it
is trouble, I just know it.) David is home
today, laundering towels and spot-checking for
ants. By tomorrow, The Castle will once again be restored to 100%
picking Kyle up from the airport tomorrow night, after work. I'm
latest Tot Visit hasn't been getting anywhere near the amount of
pre-visit *hoopla* the last one did, for two reasons: 1.) Son #Only is
not really a *hoopla* kind of kid, and 2.) I'm hoping ... no, I'm PRAYING
... for a drama-free/trauma-free weekend.
drunken psycho boyfriends (or girlfriends) tossing suitcases and
kittens off of second-story balconies. No broken hearts. No broken
toilets. No tragic airline near-misses.No
$200 long distance bills. No verbal showdowns with cranky
bumper-sticker vendors in Berkeley. No police officers showing up at
the apartment complex, dragging my neighbors away in handcuffs.
(Unless they've come to arrest Upstairs Karaoke Guy, in which
we'llhelp them drag him away.)
calm, affable fourteen-year-old son, flying down to sunny
California to spend a little quality time with his mom and her
credit card. (I get
to help pick out his school clothes for the first time in three years!
I'm sooo excited!! I wonder if he still likes Hammer Pants?)
been a tough week at the Totem Pole Company and it's only
Wednesday. I just want one long, lovely weekend
without a lot going on.
him around the office on Friday, maybe. Dinner someplace nice on Friday
night. School clothes shopping and lunch at our favorite pizza place in
the Richmond District, on Saturday. Maybe a rented movie on Saturday
night. Sight-seeing on Sunday ... Metreon? Alcatraz? Chinatown again?
... before we put him back on his plane on Sunday night.
weekend. That's all I ask.
next week it's right back to drama, as Daughter #2 -- aka Rainbow
Girl/Rave Grrrl/"I Told Dad I Was Camping Last
Weekend, OK?" -- packs up her rave beads and her eleven kinds of
leave-in conditioner and her assorted romantic complications and gets
on that airplane to head south for her four days in
gonna be gluing those macaroni noodles to paper plates and drooling on
myself by Labor Day ... I just know it.