7:00 PM EST – Ian will be on a plane to Dublin and the rest of his adult life. Sure, he’ll come home. But, it will never be the same. I’m excited and jealous and sad all at the same time and in differing amounts. Mostly excited, though. I cannot believe he’s managed to put this trip together, pay for it and put all his stuff for five weeks in one backpack. All that remains to be seen is how well I hold myself together at the airport tomorrow.
My mom and dad (aka Bing and Pap) and my brother (aka Moncle) came for a farewell dinner tonight. My parents brought Ian some “old” Euros – heh, they’re still money. My mom painted a great card for Ian – I’ll have to get a picture tomorrow. My brother set Ian straight on whiskey. In Dublin, you drink Jameson (sp?) and in Belfast, another brand. One is Catholic whiskey and one is Protestant. Who knew? Luckily, I was there to inform my brother that my wee boy only drinks water and the occasional Coke. 🙂 (DO NOT burst this bubble.)
Later, my folks asked Ian what he was going to do all day tomorrow. Ian already nixed my idea of visiting his favorite playgrounds and reliving his favorite childhood walks. Ian just shrugged. Still a little bitter at losing one of my last chances to pack up some goldfish crackers, juice boxes and band-aids, I suggested Ian clean his half of his room or I would do it for him while he was gone. I’m not so much a cleaner as I am a thrower-outer. I’m not sentimental about anything. Ian knows this.
After my family left, Ian and Andy took Cally on a long walk. Mike headed to bed and I cleaned up the kitchen and listened to my creepy book (Dr. Sleep). If you’re a Stephen King fan, it’s a fun book – all about what happens to Danny Torrence AFTER the Shining. If not, you probably won’t get as much out of it. Lots of little references to the original book and even too a book Stephen King’s son wrote.
Anyway, when Ian and Andy got back to the house Ian began cleaning his room. He walked out in the lovely outfit you see above to ask what I thought about him wearing that to the airport. Good Lord, I homeschooled him all of those years so he wouldn’t get beat up for his lunch money and he wants to travel dressed like that? I went terribly wrong somewhere. Poor Andy will pay for this!
In the meantime, I am confused and under-challenged lately. So, last night, I made a Flat Ian to stick on our big wall map. We’ll move him around as needed. Strangely, Ian was not that enthusiastic about taking a Flat Family along on his trip. (muhahahahahaha I’m sticking one in his bag anyway). Here is more information if you are unfamiliar with Flat Stanley – there are even links in the link!!!!
Okay – I’m going to make Ian a little Flat Family and head to bed. I don’t know how much we’ll hear from him, but I will keep you posted. (Maybe it will be like my dream. Ian called from the airport telling me he was home and could he bring a friend. I said sure and picked up Ian and George Clooney at baggage claim. I spent the whole dream torn between George Clooney being so handsome and sleeping on my couch and how creepy was it that George Clooney was hanging out with my 19-year-old son. No resolution.)