There I was smack dab in my least favorite spot on earth, the shopping mall. I would have rather been anywhere else. A grave yard at midnight. A dentist office. Giving blood. In a dentist office located at a cemetery donating blood at midnight. But no, the kids needed clothes so there I was, in the urban jungle skate shop, bopping to techno music while studying board graphics as they tried on pants. In my mind I was dealing with my self by pretending not to be there. I was already tangoing in Helsinki instead of the mall that stank of clothes sizing and testosterone.
"Monkey! I haven't seen you in soo long. Where you been?"
"Oh hey", I told my neighboor, "I've been working full time. And then some." She is a chick my own age. Our kids go to school together. We go to the same church.
"You already buying school clothes for your boys?", she asked, eyeing the mountain of jeans and hoodies I was holding.
"Nope. We just need warm clothes for our summer vacation."
"Where are you going?"
"Iceland. Finland. Lapland. Sweden."
"Oh well I could think of more romantic places to go with my husband."
"Hubby is not going."
"Who are you going with? Not the boys?"
"The boys and my Sis."
"Oh that's too bad. Shame you couldn't go with girlfriends so you could do fun things. You know, like shop."
"Boys! We are going. Now. Just grab your size."
There is no one else I would rather go on adventure with than my family. Going on reindeer safari across the arctic circle or fishing in the fords I can't imagine doing with anyone else. Cept maybe Grace. But then I don't know how she would handle the nude beach. Talk to you in a month.
Monday, July 10, 2006
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Have an awesome time...while you are gone I will look into starting a Franchise of (Midnight Blood Letting Graveyard Dentistry)...this could really be the next best thing you know!!!
Frozen Nordic Tundra - my old stomping grounds, the places where I grew up, the first scene of the crime, the last known time that I wasn’t an addict, when my folks were still together, when my sister and I were inseparable, where men drank aquavit and women ignored them when they cried. Iceland, Reykjavik, my old home town.
Sort of hard to be a vegetarian there.
Try the Faeroe Islands while you’re at – my other childhood nightmare, waking up in summer to see the sun go round the horizon, never higher than a few inches above the sea.
Sort of hard to get a tan there.
But then pasty white Irishman like me don’t really tan. Drink like fish, ruin their lives, lose their land, marry their wives.
Have a great time – see you next month.
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