“remembering the names of the constellations”

June 14, 2007 | Filed Under ordinary 

the drive home was long, going late into a night sky streaked in pink and green. the boys slept, henry trying to wrap his brain electric around the idea that sleeping will pass the time in a better way, that when he wakes up in the morning he will be in his house with all of his things in the messy messes that he left them in, waiting to be cleaned up and put away.

my dearest husband, the one that continues to surprise me with his golden, his platinum terrificness, was supposed to be finishing the work in his studio while there were no pick-pocketing helpers underfoot, while there was no wife to chatter at him non-stop from the corner of the room. instead he did all of those things in the house that we had talked about doing, things like the ripping out of carpet, the kitchen exploration of what was under the crummy linoleum (very crummy tile) and what was under the very crummy tile (honey hard woods like the rest of the house!), and the scraping and sanding and shining of the wood. perhaps best of all, he also worked and sanded and painted the bathroom that started out a garish stripage who screamed I’M TURQUOISE, I’M FLORAL every time you even thought that you had to pee.

hooray for ernie! such a lucky girl am i. such a good secret keeper is he. i came in the house at 2:30, sleeping babe (hardly a baby now with long legs and wit to match) in arms to find these surprises and had a ridiculous time falling asleep as henry and ernie snored in unison. i’m also having an embarrassingly good time cleaning the house, particularly moving the cat’s bowls, vacuuming the kitchen floor, and returning the bowls to their places.

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