home again

It was nice last night, to sleep in my own bed.  Home and yet, images of Emily and her friends still with me as well. 

Coming back up the front steps from a dinner out, Will said, “I’m glad you’re home, Mom.” He gave me a hug and I was surprised all over again by his size.  My little boy, who I held in my arms had to bend over to give me a hug.  My arms around his waist.  His waist!  Good gracious.  And laughing still, we went inside, Will saying, “And remember how I used to look up at Emily, how she was the biggest?” And when he says it, those days come rushing back.  My sister, Becky, bringing Emily and David over to the hospital right when they got out of school.  The expression on Emily and David’s faces when they saw their new baby brother for the first time.  Climbing up onto my hospital bed, me placing a pillow and then baby Will, who was only a few hours old onto their laps.  First Emily, whose face was shining with a mixture of wonder and awe.  Then little David, four years old, who looked slightly confused, like he’d just woken up. 

I love it when the past and the present collide, unexpectedly.  So you have a foot in both worlds at once. 

Well, most of the times I love it.  I guess it depends on what the memory is that rushes to the forefront.  Some memories, I could do with them staying safely boxed. 

I guess what I love are the cozy ones, memories and times that you didn’t know your heart had tucked away for future pleasure.  Those are the ones I love receiving like an unexpected gift.

Well, I could stay, blog the afternoon away, but I have a presentation to do for the Young Writers & Performers Festival tomorrow, so I guess I’d better go and write it. 

Oh, also, I went by The BC Book Prizes office and picked up my Book Tour package and in it they mentioned that they’d like the authors to blog a little about the whole experience so I think I shall post a thing or two there.  So if you’re curious you can go to www.bcbookprizes.ca then click on Finalists On Tour and the click on On Tour Blog.  And occasionally, you’ll find me there, blogging a bit.  Although, I just checked it out so I could tell you how to get there and it looked very professional, with pictures and everything, so I will write a couple blogs, but I can’t promise they will post them.

Maybe I’ll write one right now and see.  I think I shall.  Yes, another good way to procrastinate working on my presentation tomorrow.  Sound’s like a good plan to me.

Oh, hey and one last thing.  Our beloved friend Gerry (who moonlights as our accountant) contacted Don while I was away and said that going to hell in a hand-basket was in Wikipedia.  So there, take that Webster’s and Oxford’s.

Hmm...I just went to Wikipedia and typed it in and got a lot of movies names and video games.  I don’t really know how to use Wikipedia, I guess.  I couldn’t find it, but if Gerry says it’s there...it’s there!  Because Gerry is nothing if not thorough.  That’s one of the reasons why he’s the most conscientious, brilliant accountant that the world has ever known.  Mind like a steel trap.  Nothing gets by him.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, April 07, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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