Friday, January 29, 2010
Some funny stories are sure to be born as I am sharing a room with Overboard, who does not seek or crave time alone. Let me introduce Overboard to you. She’s my zany Italian mom who doesn’t know when enough’s enough. May that be hugs and kisses (it’s hard to walk past her in the house without her grabbing onto you with two fists clenched to your upper arms then smacking a kiss on your head or cheek) or controlling all manner of situations where she wants what she wants. She is extremely festive, Italian spirited and loves themed clothing. She collects Fitz and Floyd figurines by the hundreds, and goes overboard on just about everything she does … be it feeding the masses, spoiling her grandsons, volunteering, party planning over the top, assisting elderly family members, binge shopping or styling your hair. She gives it 150%. Her idea of serenity is a visit to the Chumash Casino to play the noisy slot machines or making homemade lasagna for twelve. Everyone soothes their spirit in different ways. The room we are sharing on this retreat is sure to feel the tug of our different directions along with lots of laughter, as she’s a character. Overboard is playing a key part in this retreat, being in charge of “environment.” That means she is responsible for decorating the Meeting Room and floral arrangements. You see, Overboard is gifted in these artistic areas (along with bulk cooking and gift-basket making) and has been feverishly preparing the last few months.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
A highlight of the weekend was the suite Overboard and I shared. Since she was in charge of all the decorating, she was upgraded to a suite, so I piggybacked on her hard work and relished the walk-in closet, private bathroom and sitting area.
The show went on, but I spent the next five minutes holding my scarf over my mouth to hide the howls of laughter that begged to escape. It struck me as funny, you know, Church Laugh funny. Tears were streaming down my face, my body jiggling soundlessly as I replayed her reaction to the old lady’s fall. Normally, Overboard would be the first to help an old woman stand up, it is her nature to try and rescue and assist anyone at anytime, but I’m guessing her relief of the lack of falling art took over. I struggled to maintain respect and hide my giggles.
I will write more on the retreat later. For now, I mentally prepare for a week being casted as a single mom as my husband is flying to Kentucky (Thank God for Overboard, she drove him to LAX at 5:30 AM!). It is always humbling and exhausting to be both parents. How do my single-mom friends do it? Maybe they channel alot more Chi than the rest of us.