Hello from BlissDom Canada, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!
As you know from reading this post, I’m at BlissDom Canada right now. And so far loving it. Nothing reminds me of the importance of connecting with people in real life like connecting with people in real life.
Confession: I’m actually playing hooky right now. I snuck away from the conference to hide in my room for a bit because I’m kinda missing y’all. True story.
So here’s what’s been going on . . .
As you know from reading this, my grandmother passed away last week. And with her death came a jambalaya of emotions. Apparently death will do that to you – especially when you’re not the one doing the dying.
Of course the base of the emotion is sadness with a nuance of loss. But thinking about grandma finally getting to rest after 98 years and reuniting with her husband (grandpa) also adds a note of relief for her.
The other day as I was caught up in the bubble of my memories of grandma, it suddenly dawned on me that now I’ll get to talk to her whenever I want. This made me feel both melancholic and privileged at the same time. It also made me feel a little selfish because just think: Now grandma will have NO CHOICE but to listen to my incessant ramblings and questions.
Dear Grandma: I promise to try to follow some sort of “visiting hours”. Sort of.
A moment of panick
The first thing I did upon arriving at the hotel yesterday was head up to my room to check out my home for the next few days. There’s just something about hotels that I love. I’m not sure if it’s the absence of the laundry hamper or the solitude of feeling like I’m in my own apartment but I find that hotel rooms are a great inspiration for writing. At home I have nothing under my bed except maybe dust bunnies and the occasional sock. Put me in a hotel room and suddenly that space under my bed becomes home to the muse.
All was well and good until I started unpacking all of my device paraphernalia and realized that I had forgotten part of my laptop charger. At first I was like, “Oh. My. God. THIS CAN’T BE!!!”
My laptop is like my kid that I take everywhere. Forgetting part of the charger is like forgetting to bring diapers while camping with a baby. So yeah. I kind of freaked out.
And then after about 16 hours of trying to figure out a way to revive my dead laptop, something (grandma?) made me pick up my iPad charger and take a closer look at it – as though it held the answer to my problem. AND BY GEORGE IT DID! I’ve never noticed this before but my iPad charger has a similar piece – the SAME piece – that I was missing from my laptop charger! It’s a good thing I’m alone in my room because I was so happy that I couldn’t stop myself from doing the happy dance of all happy dances. It was embarrassing – even to me.
And then I mistook my kid for a porno site
This morning I sent a text to my teens to wish them a great day. Soon after I received a text from someone by the name of “Muffin-factory” saying that they missed me. Call me crazy or maybe just leery but I assumed that “Muffin-factory” was a spamming porn site. So naturally I did what anyone would do with a text from a spamming porn site: I deleted it. The last thing I needed was somebody (read: Greg) seeing a text from somebody called “Muffin-factory” telling me that they missed me.
A few hours later I received another text from “Muffin-factory” asking how my trip was going. Suddenly I was not only being spammed but possibly stalked as well so I replied asking, “Um . . . do I know you???”
Now I just feel like a bad mother.
And nothing says, “you better get out of your bubble and back to the conference” like realizing that you’re a crappy mother who can’t even tell the difference between your own son and a spamming porn site.