AGMA’s been on the go!
After Meh Las Vegas, we went to Arizona. That trip covered the Grand Canyon, Phoenix & Tucson. We call it the Thumbs Up Arizona trip!
Then we had friends come to visit from Kansas City. That was fun. It felt a bit like life might be returning to normal.
I know AGMA’s a dreamer…
Now we’re in Atlanta for a week. Actually, the week’s almost over.
We leave tomorrow.
AGMA is back at her favorite coffee shop, Dancing Goats. It’s still not back to normal even through Georgia’s governor, Brian “no water for you” KKKemp declared that, since Georgia is at the bottom (or close to it) of list in states by vaccination rate, he was opening up everything at full capacity.
Thankfully, some businesses are wary of throwing the doors wide open and letting the 71% of Georgians not vaccinated in to crowd around their staff. My Dancing Goats is still being cautious so most of the inside seating is still not available.
I’m sitting outside, but I’m still getting the creative “Goats vibe” so the words are veritably pouring out of me.
Actually, it’s more of a dribble, but AGMA will take it!
We have been staying with our fully vaccinated son and his unvaccinated two cats.
Our son lives alone (other than the cats) and has lived alone for the past 14 years. He is not used to sharing his space with anybody (other than the cats.) It took a bit of convincing for him to let us stay there, but I think he’s discovered that we are pretty undemanding and quiet guests.
Still, tomorrow probably can’t some soon enough for him.
We are sleeping in his guest room. It’s furnished with a chair & ottoman, a dresser, and a bed. A full sized bed.
COVID has been rough on AGMA and hubs in terms of our lack of exercise. And no lack of “treating” ourselves (I mean, it was COVID right?) as far as eating goes. And it shows.
We are extra full sized people crammed in a full sized bed.
It’s been hell.
AGMA had no idea they still sold full sized mattresses. I am going to write to my Congressional representatives upon my return home and demand that they introduce legislation outlawing the sale of full sized mattresses for use by more than 1 individual. I bet the GQP’s Marjorie Taylor Greenweinie would love to waste more of Congress’ time with that one…
But honestly, it’s cruel punishment to put 2 “jolly” people in a bed that size.
There is nothing special about the chair & ottoman. But the chest of drawers (picture above)…now that is a special piece of furniture!
Yeah – I can probably guess what you’re thinking…
“But AGMA, it looks so tacky & beat up! How could that be special?”
Well, for a start, AGMA is a bit tacky & beat up. So I relate to it.
But this chest of drawers is the last remaining piece of furniture from the bedroom set Hubs and I bought waaaaayyyyy back in 1978 as two young 20 somethings. We bought what was known as an ‘apartment set’. It had a sofa & loveseat, a coffee table & 2 end tables, a dining table with 4 chairs, a QUEEN bed, chest of drawers, dresser with mirror and 2 night stands.
I think it cost us all of $1200. Our paychecks back then were so meager, we had to pay it off in installments.
The chest is made of real wood. Imagine! And it’s incredibly heavy and well made.
Wait for it….
They just don’t make things now a days like they used to. (Wink)
Oh, but the stories this chest of drawers could tell.
It has watched us age from a young married couple, to a family with young children, to a family with teenagers, to being empty nesters, to a separation, to a reconciliation, and into our early senior years.
It has heard our most intimate, loving conversations. Our hopes and dreams for the future. It saw us get up and down multiple times a night to feed hungry babies or comfort sick children. It’s listened to the wonder of our young son’s voices as they came to get us to tell us Santa came or the Easter Bunny had been there or that they had a quarter under their pillow from the Tooth Fairy. It’s heard prayers for the safety of teenage drivers, college students away from home, young adults trying to find jobs, love and a place in this crazy world. Prayers of hope and thankfulness and even some of desperation.
It’s felt me reach in its drawers for skinny clothes, fat clothes, maternity clothes, more fat clothes, more skinny clothes, etc.
It’s also witnessed tears shed at the loss of elderly parents, at the loss of dear pets, at a home empty of children. Tears shed in sadness/anger/frustration of complicated marriage, family and friend relationships.
AGMA likes to think that, most of all, it heard more laughter and happy voices than anything else. Saw smiling faces and witnessed unconditional love.
I had forgotten we gave the chest to him about 10 years ago when we moved from Atlanta to St. Louis.
It was a bit of a jolt to see it again.
I normally live out of a suitcase when I travel, but I put my clothes in the chest drawers my son had cleared out for us. And every time I touch it to open and close the drawers, I ask it to tell me a story. Maybe one I’ve forgotten (there are a whole lot, AGMA’s pretty sure) about a time long ago when 2021 seemed like an eternity away and life seemed like it would go on forever the way it was. Stories about the person I used to be.
And it just stands there and tells me not to be concerned about the stories that happened long ago. It tells me that there are still good stories I have yet to live. And I need to get busy living them.
Good advice from an old friend who’s known AGMA a long time.