Monday, May 17, 2010
Life in an Extended Family Commune
Welcome to the Commune. There is no guru here, just four quasi-adults, one two-year-old, three dogs and two cats.
Tom, Becky, our daughter, and Nathaniel, our grandson, moved in over the weekend. That is to say, they brought their three dressers, clothes on hangers, and a half ton of food. Our freezer is crammed full. Ditto the refrigerator, and there is still food in their College Park refrigerator. We are going to consume all this in the next three weeks. I am having frozen organic samosas for lunch.
Two loads of laundry will be done today. We will dine on a $14 organic chicken tonight (Becky was afraid it would be "spoiled" because she started thawing it on Friday.)
Tom leaves on Wednesday for a 4-day concert tour. In early June, the army band will go to Hawaii for 10 days. Tom will be gone on June 7th, the day they are moving into their new house. Becky is a bit frazzled. She just called to ask me if the blue plastic container containing Nathaniel's breakfast was in the driveway or the street. She had put it on top of the car and driven off.
Yesterday the two cats had a chance encounter before being properly introduced. It wasn't pretty. Somehow Clarence (their cat) got out on the screened porch where Georgie was holding court from the penthouse of her cat condo. The next thing you know, she stretched her neck over the side of her perch to get a better view of the stranger. Then she flew at him and grabbed him viciously around his middle. Clarence fled into the "apartment" in terror and later threw up on the bed.