We caught The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which is a fine enough flick. I didn’t want Brad Pitt to get younger as much as I wanted to turn on some lamps around the set. Either it was a dark movie or the projectors at the Esquire were dim.
Afterward, Mom sent us on our way with—among other goodies—a tin full of cookies.
The contents did not last very long.
I’m not sure when my mother incorporated Chocolate Covered Coconut Balls into the mix, but it breaks with tradition and I will be petitioning to have them removed from holiday rotation. Luckily, few others share my distaste for coconut so it was easy to find homes for them.
The other good news is that the remaining three varieties (mincemeat, spritz, and thumbprint) rank as all-time favorite cookies, ever.
My brother dug up this photo the other day, and man it pulls on the strings of my nostalgic heart.
That’s an 11-year-old me over there on the right, as the world’s tallest E.T.
My mom’s looking on from the backdoor of our old house.
See, I was entirely obsessed with Spielberg’s movie after it was released that summer.
I ate Reeses Pieces even though they were an incredibly putrid candy. I knew the day JC Penney would have plush E.T. dolls on sale (and this was before the internet). And I begged my mom to make this costume.
I bet she had to customize that McCall’s pattern no. 8311 somethin’ fierce to get it to fit me.
It’s been a while since I’ve said it, but mom you’ve got to know I love you.
For every stitch and every moment.
Thank you for making me feel right at home on this planet.
This diptych bothers me not because they’re mobile phone snapshots, but because the perspectives aren’t exactly the same.
Woke early and loaded the 10 foot long “mini mover.”
Attached tow for the car.
Hit the road.
Glimpsed the blue ridge. (left)
Ate bad food. (right)
White knuckles through the construction with concrete barriers.
I swore I felt my temples gray.
Landed in Cincinnati.
Mom had soup ready, fresh fruit, and iced cookies in the shape of a heart.
Yum. Home. Exhausted.
An XM Radio poster behind the ticketing counter [ +zoom ]
Got up way too early and jumped on an AirTran plane. Never flown with this airline before, but it is cheap and flies out of Dayton. They serve Coca-Cola products and my flight(s) offered those individually wrapped shortbread cookies that are packaged in factories that may contain peanuts.
If you don’t know this show, it is where they find extreme pack rats and force them to have a yard sale or donate accumulated crap in order to tidy up the place. Neicy dispenses advice and acts like she personally foots the bill on gifts like sectional sofas or sideboards that provide a base for select crap that did not get sold or thrown away.
I like the show because they don’t go too far out with themes. Like say, if there was a boy that collected Hot Wheels, they don’t put asphalt on the floor and paint his bedroom like a NASCAR track, forcing him to sleep on a pile of tires.
All that’s a tangent I suppose.
Tomorrow we load a U-Haul and head back to Ohio.
Bad news: no time to explore Atlanta.
Good news: my oldest brother won’t be so far away.