Maverick wants to buy plants. I don’t think we need plants. We’re moving soon. Whole family is splitting into four different directions. Why do we need plants? We won’t have a home until the end of the year, and it will be too cold for plants by then.
“But I like plants. Twenty bucks a pop. We’ll buy a few hibiscus, come on.” Mav says.
“Wasted money. Nurture them for a few months then throw ‘em in the uhaul to die.” I say.
He looks at me, pleads with his blue eyes, all that handsome grey hair on his head from years of DC traffic. And raising teenagers. And being married to me, who doesn’t want to buy plants.
“Just a few. Pick the ones you like.” He says.
“Fine, let’s get these yellow ones. The pink ones, too. The fluffy flowers, with texture. Not those boring flat ones.” I say.
We buy the plants and bring them home. Maverick, of course, puts them in giant clay pots, so beautifully centered. His thumbs are green. Mine are, too, when I feel like the ground beneath me is actually mine. But we’re moving. This ground, this house, will soon belong to another family. My ground is changing. Again.
When I wake at night, lost in the dark, what kitchen will I remember out of the eleven houses we have lived? Will I know where to find a cup for water? Will I find the cabinet that holds the Tylenol?
“Doesn’t matter. Keep water beside your bed. Tylenol, too.” Mav says.
“Did I say that out loud?” I ask.
He just smiles.
“Make a list. Lists are good. Plants are good. Water by the bed is good.” Mav says.
Here is my list. My reasons for not wanting to buy plants.
The rest of 2014 ( In no particular order and subject to change. In fact, will change)
Emma study abroad.
Sarah row four more regattas. Last hoorah at Stotesbury.
Sarah attend college orientation. Graduate from high school.
Mom pack house. Find new digs in New Jersey. (Unless we’re sent elsewhere but Maverick says stop thinking like that.) Send Emma care package.
Maverick finish current job securing our nation.
Watson cuddle with mom.
Sarah get summer job while staying with grandparents in TN.
Emma return from Israel, move into new apartment, begin new job, begin new college semester. Keep Watson in DC.
Mom stay with parents in TN. Help drive German relatives around America. Take Sarah shopping.
Maverick attend training in Oklahoma. Fly airplanes for new job.
Sarah move into college dorm at UT. Free at last…girl has yearned for this day since birthday July 4, 1996.
Mom mail Emma winter clothes she packed before studying abroad. Mail crack cookies to Maverick.
Mom visit Sarah in Knoxville, Maverick in OK, Emma and Watson in DC, Kevin in New Orleans, John in Atlanta. Anyone in between, just text me.
Mom paint? Write? Skype critique group?
Maverick finish flight training in OK. Pick up Mom in TN. Pick up Watson in DC. Move to New Jersey.
Emma study. Work. Run Marine Corps Marathon?
Maverick run Marine Corps Marathon.
Mom wave at Marine Corps Marathon runners.
Sarah study. (maybe work? Holidays? Could always ROW!?!)
Mom unpack brown boxes, get settled in New Jersey. Find new doctors, dentist, church, friends.
Mom day trips to NYC. Paint. Write.
Mom decorate the Christmas tree with Watson.
Emma come “home” for Christmas?
Sarah come “home” for Christmas?
Will Maverick be “home” for Christmas?
Mom buy plants. Maybe.