elm creek lane

After two weeks (actually, more like a month) of quite the relentless schedule, of working and then running to the next thing, i took a weekend off to go home to my parents and relax. my boss closed the office on friday and i only had to stay and wait for the mail. it came and i left! kara asked me to lunch and then hit the road. i stopped to get a "toothbrush" (ie. all the things i forgot to pack) and made it to my folks for dinner. friday night tradition in my parent's house has been the same for 17 years-- burgers on the grill. homemade burgers, good conversation, followed by a movie from the holcombe collection (this friday night feature was "My Fair Lady"). we all crawled in our respective sleeping receptacles, me with Bessie, a nine year old female dachshund, my ever faithful bed-warmer.

Saturday morning has a food tradition as well-- whole grain waffles (and mom makes pancakes for me as waffles are too heavy). i usually add fruit and nuts to mine; bananas and almonds graced the face of my delicious pancake this time around. We sat around together at the table, catching up, joel and i making jokes, and as usual, there was some literary discussion, though it did not spring out of great thought and contemplation. none of us could remember the authors of don quixote or pygmalion, both brought up in relation to friday night's feature. does spain have plains for the rain to remain in?
After breakfast we all headed in various directions; dad to the lawn, joel to corrie's and mom and i to waxahachie for some "antiquated therapy". Waxahachie has always had a quaintness and charm that draws both my mom and me. Grand Victorian-style homes, small town feel, and a sweet downtown square with our favorite-- antique shops. We always hit the same one's searching for that incredible deal. Mom found 7 pieces of 19th century china for 5 dollars, and I found a jade plate for 2 dollars. We had lunch of chicken salad and spinach salad in one of the charming tea rooms on the square, and we discussed how we would like to decorate our houses. Mom bought us fresh linen scented candles with delightful votive holders from the Dove's Nest, a more modern, trendy (and expensive) nick-knack store. Following this well spent morning, we went to pick up a movie for the evening, deciding to purchase 3. To ensure that there were no defects, we had to watch one, Pride and Prejudice. [ Though there are a few scenes that make me whence with disgust at the writing/acting/directing, there are several others that feed my 'artist' and quench the thirst for good art. (overall, i cannot stand the writing of the film in comparison to other austen adaptations, but the cinematography and music delight me to no end.)]
to complete our relaxing and fun-filled Saturday, mom, dad and i feasted on mexican food and retreated to the couches for root beer floats and "Charlotte's Web". A wholesome, well-written movie, it evoked a series of hearty belly-laughs from all sides of the room, and I think we all enjoyed ourselves thoroughly!

I have to interject quickly to explain the importance of these simple facts and my reason for recording such mundane events. The reason is simply that they are simple. they are good. they are comforting. they are true. they are pure. they are home. finding a place where there is tradition, where there are things, events, people, you can count on, rely on-- that is home. I only lived in the house first for the last two years of high school, a few months after one college, and then a couple of years after another. Our other house I lived in from 2 years to 16. But in that yellow house on elm creek lane, some things remain the same and traditions do not change. My parents have shared 37 years of marriage. The creek in the back still rarely fills with water. Sparky, the next door neighbor's yellow lab, still barks all night. Friday and Saturday burgers and waffles still appear. Bessie still greets us with a sweet show of affection-- a wagging tail, humble eyes, licking tongue, and occasionally "happy-pee". Mom still takes me on a tour of the changes and growth of her plants. Dad still readily mentions updates from the missionaries he gladly 'shepherds' through his role of church missions coordinator. The new things, the additions, only add more to this feeling of home and tradition. The 3 adorable puppies dad is raising to be breeding dogs-- they add affection and joy and entertainment. The wisteria mom planted a couple of years ago adds new shade to dad's well built 17 year old deck. The green walls of the reading room that house my grandmother's bed, my favorite room to sleep in during my stay, only add to the warmth and comfort and simplicity of this home.

My favorite new tradition is the Sunday morning traditional tea and scones and conversation. This is where most of our literary discussions occur. Mom is an avid reader, especially of Tolkein and various children's novels. Dad has written some poetry and started a children's book based on stories he told us throughout our childhood. Joel writes and when he takes the time, he also is a great reader. Two years ago on mom's birthday Joel and I took this time to create a birthday gift for mom, Tea with Mr. Tumnus. Paper snowflakes, toast and sardines, and tea with scones, it was a memorable time for us all.

And back to the weekend, this Sunday I did enjoy sitting around the table with everyone with our tea and scones; but sadly there was no literary discussion. We had a guest/ soon to be a family member (Joel's fiance), and so it was not the same Sunday morning discussions. Everyone left and went to church but I stayed on hoping to find time to journal and read 'Artists Way' and write. There were several noisy distractions so I ended up playing with the dogs and grocery shopping for lunch (other wholesome past-times).

I am grateful for this home and my weekend getaway. it was a full and rest-full weekend filled with tradition, simple joys and pleasures, and the company of my parents. I came back with loads of chigger bites and a huge gas bill, but I also came back rested and restored (with my own copy of pride and prejudice as well as a antique $2 jade plate).