My middle child, who is still a child to me, is here for the weekend. He lives in Boston, having gone there to get his graduate degree in computer science. He is job hunting now instead and I'm hoping he doesn't find a job there so he'll come home instead. I have tried hard to wish him well and make my pride and his achievements offset how much I miss him, but it isn't really working. I want him to be happy but I really do wish he'd be happy here.
We had a really nice Indian dinner on Saturday. I made the rice and chai the rest was from a restaurant in New Jersey nearby my BFs apartment. We played a game afterward and laughed a lot. It's so good to laugh like that and to do it together with people you love. It's different than other laughter. I don't know why. It reminds me of when I was little, sitting at my grandmother's dinner table, the same table we sat at last night, playing games and laughing. And my family is more like that then I realized.
On Sunday, I took the middle boy (James) to an indoor flea market. Two of my friends have a space there (actually more of a shop) and I go to see them from time to time. I picked up some used jewelry: a necklace with an antique clasp, some vintage chains for necklaces, a pair of big garnet colored acrylic baguette earrings, and an another pair of earrings (rhinestones with two garnet colored focal stones). The earring are for me. The clasp is for something special. The chains were probably too much. I saw a lot of other things but had exceeded my $5 spending limit by 50% (a whopping $2.5) so I decided I'll go back next week.
It probably sounds silly to set a $6 limit but I'm not selling much right now and I try to treat whatever I do (ebay, etsy, half, etc) like any other business. I'm very happy making small amounts of money. I look at it as money I wouldn't have otherwise and found money is always fun. So we had a nice dinner Sunday (take out from the Chinese restaurant near my house) and a cake to celebrate my youngest's birthday and my oldest's acceptance into grad school.
Almost forgot, I bought each of the boys presents at the flea market: little resin Buddhas (which actually look quite nice) and a mid century oscillating Westinghouse fan for the middle boy. Worth more than we paid, but not but not enough to be a bribe Even so, I think that when ithat old fan oscillates this summer in a stuffy little room in Boston, it will remind a very independent child of home and a nice day at the flea market.
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