This weekend son visited from Brooklyn.
And now since daughter doesn’t live here anymore, daughter visited too.
It is Saturday and we are driving to daughter’s new home so son can see her new place. And also so son can see what one’s money can buy here in Philadelphia as opposed to NYC.
We arrive at the daughter home. It is a nice building in a not-so-great neighborhood. Daughter shares this building with one roommate. It has two floors and a basement. It also has a washer and dryer in the apartment. Son is impressed.
“Do you like it?” daughter asks son.
“Yes.” son says matter-of-factly. “You have floors.”
It really is kind of a big deal to have multiple floors when you are from NYC. Son lives on one floor.
We finish the tour and head out. We are meeting friends and going to see another FRINGE FESTIVAL show. This one is Improv. I am very excited because I myself am thinking of taking an Improv class.
On the way there Teacher Friend texts me: I saved you seats.
I text: Thank you!
Gardener Friend is in attendance. She has also already arrived. It is really because of her I even know about this show. She is good with the happenings.
We walk in and the show is about to start. It is called FEEL. The audience will participate by writing how they are feeling on index cards. We put the index cards in a basket on the stage.
And the show begins! The actors come out and start reading the cards and acting them out. My card gets selected! Everyone knows it is my card because it says something about missing daughter.
I look down the row of chairs to son and daughter. I am happy to see them smiling.
A lot of cards are read. The actors are very funny. A card gets read that I am pretty sure is son’s card because it talks about his work performance review which is really quite late.
“Tell me which one is yours!” I say.
“No.” he says.
“I know it’s the work one!” I say.
“Yes.” he says.
When they read Teacher Friend’s card she tells me, “That’s mine!”
Next we all go eat at the Japanese restaurant, which is usually the safest bet for son with the milk and nut food allergies. We sit in a cozy booth. We talk. It is nice to eat with friends.
We make our way home not too late. The son and daughter decide to pay Egyptian Rat Screw. I believe we have discussed this game here before reader. It is a very fast card game with lots of table banging. It is not my favorite.
I am the first one out. This is fine with me.
Daughter wins! Woo! This is great since son is the usual family game winner.
Next son brings down his new book, Fear, By Bob Woodward. Philly happily leafs through it.
Son goes into the kitchen and retrieves a fork from the utensil drawer.
“Mom.” he says. “This is not clean.”
“Are you surprised?” I ask. Because I am not known as the family cleaner. I don’t know what it is reader. I just don’t enjoy really thoroughly washing items in the sink.
Next son decides to help me organize my phone! I am starting to fade but I force myself awake for this exciting event. I did not even realize you could make FOLDERS on your phone!
“Mom.” son says. “You have like a zillion apps.”
“I know.” I say. “I don’t know why.”
Because I really do not understand how I wound up with so many of these apps.
Son begins the organizing. Sliding one app on top of another. Making folders. Naming things. Before you know it, everything fits on one screen!
“Wow!” I say. “It is amazing how you did that!”
“Well,” he says. “I am a Millennial.”
Now it is bedtime. I am having a hard time peeling myself away from the daughter and the son.
“How much longer are you staying?” I ask daughter.
“Not very much longer.” she says.
I feel a little better. I do not wish to miss too much you know.
I say my goodnights and I pad up to bed.
It is a good feeling climbing into bed knowing your children are in the house.
Even if they are grown.
The feeling is the same.
Yes it is.