The huge tree filled yard on the left with the big rocky patio and deck, the roof, walls, and white exterior and blue trim, my house, my long driveway, the threes on both sides of it, the long patch of grass on the left, the rocks, and my forest! Oh, my forest! It was great. I saw my sister Lauren, with her black-brown short hair and her purple coat, and of course her black lab, Snookie. Oh, how she's (the dog) has grown! She's so big now! The R.V. stopped midway, and we all dropped out and maneuvered ourselves, because of the tight way of getting out. We ran to Lauren, and hugged her and made hello remarks. I shook hands with Mr. Miller, our good neighbor. "The yard looks good," I said. "Thank you."
We went into the front yard and saw all of the plants alive and the rose bushes happy. My dogs, Rocky and Emma, are both delighted to be home, chasing squirrels and birds and running with each other. Although Sookie and Rocky were kind of ill toward each other, growling and barking. They'll learn to like each other. Lauren knows a lot about dogs now from a dog whisperer show, and teaches us a lot of stuff about it. Well, I saw all of my sticks, and they looked fine, mostly, and I'll probably make sure all are accounted for later. We talked and were happy, and then tried to go into the house, but the front door wouldn't open. So we went to the back, and saw the rocking chair, pool, and swings that are by the basement entrance in a courtyard thing. Our house is weird, it would take too long to explain. We pushed the doorbell first, and then went in. I saw our laundry machine, and our inside area where we store some things and have different knic knacks on shelves. I missed those little things. We then saw our kitchen, and the fridge had little to no food in it. We saw the pantry, and already the house (the part that we had seen) was bigger than the R.V. It was amazing to have this much space again. I felt happy and thinkable, and went into the office, seeing Dad still had hats on the coat rack, and seeing that big brown round table, the green chair in one corner, and the cabinets, and pictures and stuff. We saw the guest room, the dining room, the living room, and the first floor was done. This part of the house is very woody and brown and old, and this is where most of the action happens. Dad's serious talks with me are in the office, homework is sometimes done in the dining room, we eat most of the time in the office (called the office, really another dining room) the kitchen is where Mom cooks, and the guest room is where I sometimes go to think, because no one else goes in it a lot, and I don't want it to feel lonely. Let me tell you a brief thing about our house.
It is from the 30's, and the bottom half, the old one, was originally in Marietta. Dad moved it.The upper part that is connected by an upward hallway, is the "new" part, where the den is (a lot of action there too) and me and my sisters bedrooms and two bed rooms. Down stairs is the basement, which is divided into two parts, one with a big couch, T.V., and bar table with lounge chairs(which is where you enter if you go the swing way) and the other part has a bathroom, engine room under the stairs, and tables and all kinds of toys on two large metal shingled shelves. That's where Toyland, a game about our toys, was born. Upstairs is a circled area which goes around in a big circle, Mom and Dad's bedroom, their bathroom, and two walk- in closets and Mom's office (old nursery). There's a patio going out from their bedroom which looks over the property. This is our house, in a short paragraph. I could make a whole book about it, but I'm sure you don't have that kind of time.
We went through the den, our bedrooms, the basement, mom and dad's bedroom, everything. After we did so Rebecca and I looked around in the basement, remembering lost toys and old dreams. It was fun to be pulled back into the world of Toyland. I'll always miss it when I'm older. I was bored at one point, waiting for Lauren to come down, because she was going to help Rebecca make a barbie house or something. I found my mom's college yearbook from 1983, and went up to show Mom, Dad, and Lauren. She was really beautiful. I also saw her in volleyball. She was always striking the ball and stuff. They had some good pics of her in basketball too. I looked at one point where a coach was telling stuff to a team in a huddle, and saw a caption saying the coach was Randy Randall! If you remember from one of my first blogs, we met Randall at Presbyterian College in South Carolina. Check post for details. Anyway, when we saw him he was old and clean shaven (but not too old, not too old). In the picture he had black hair and a mustache. You couldn't tell it was the same person. I just showed Mom all of that, then Dad, the Lauren. At about that time the clock turned 5:30, and Lauren and Dad volunteered to go to Publix and get sandwiches. Mom made a list and they went. I went and looked at stuff from the rooms, reading titles on books and staring at things for a long time. Then I went up to my room, and had time contemplating and looking at old scripts of mine, and books of mine, and then I looked at my old wardrobe, my cape my Aunt Tami and Uncle Jeff gave me, an army suit I got in Columbus,GA, and some other things. I was called down a long time after 'cause the sandwiches were here, and sadly Mom, Lauren and Rebecca went to the den to eat, so Dad and I spent time alone, eating the sandwiches (too much mayonaise from a lady who put it on there) and a bowl of soup. We talked, and I can't tell you what we talked about. It could destroy a nation or save the world. Just kidding. We talked about what we were going to do while we were here.
I went up and talked to Lauren, and Sookie came up two, and Lauren taught us some more tips. At one point she accidentally pushed Rocky off a ledge, but he was okay. By and by Lauren left, and we said goodbye and she said she would come again soon. She's a great sister.
Dad and I got the computers and such out of the R.V., plus a fresh bit of clothes for the next day. I set up my computer in the office at the table in front of the restroom. I have since then moved, but I'll tell you about that later. Right now I need to say this: I went up with Rebecca and we stayed in Mom's room, and I found a book earlier which I had read called : The Big Book of Boy Stuff, but, to fool teachers and parents, it says Physics on the front. I read aloud to Mom, telling her about different holidays in the year, like... hold on... let me get my book. Please hold...
(wait 5 minutes before reading more. Please do. If you don't, it makes the illusion go away.)
Okay, I have the book. Trying to find the page... table of contents...(I'm literally doing this as I write this.) Holidays on... page 147!( flipping through pages...) Ah here we are! Here's a few:
Jan 23: National Pie Day
Jan 29: Dead Animal Rights Day(huh?)
Feb 7: Wave at you neighbors day(if I see my neighbors ANY day, I wave at them. A lot of people do. This one is a waste of a day we could've used.)
March 1: National Pig Day
March 26: Make Your Own Holiday Day( oh and also, March is National Peanut Month. Why is Congress making all these stupid holidays instead of helping us out of national debt? Who knows.)
April 17th: Blah Blah Blah Day(this one was probably made my teenagers.
May 6: No Homework Day(good one for kids.)
May 14: National Dance Like A Chicken Day(weird)
June 6: National Yo-yo Day(one of my friends has his birthday on that day.)
July 10: Don't Step on a Bee Day(do hornets count? I broke a rule!)
July 15: Be a dork day
August 6: Wiggle your toes day (my birthday too)
August 13: Blame Someone Else Day
September 28: Ask a stupid Question Day( why does grass grow?)
October 29: Laugh Suddenly for no reason a lot today day
November 22: Start your own Country day(just a few days ago.)
November: National French Toast Day(two days from now)
Dec 31: National Make Up Your Mind Day
Okay, so now I've wasted a lot of your time by telling you funny holidays. Oh well. Now, Mom was tired of me telling holidays and such, because she was reading too, so we went to bed. I had a good nights sleep. It was the great start to a wonderful time at being home. And the next day, would be even better.
So glad to be home,
Andrew.
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