bethofalltrades

At some point today someone broke into Moogie's car. They got her jewelry box (with a few sentimental pieces in it), a Mamiya medium format camera she'd brought for me, a box of old photographs (from my college years) and a tea set she'd gotten for Amanda.

I canceled my trip with the Lawyer to see Abby's show in PA and spent an hour walking around talking to people and asking them about pawn shops in the area.

I am looking for the Lesson in this, but other than "bring things in from the car" I am not coming up with much.

It's just stuff. Almost all of it can be replaced, and ultimately for those things that cannot, a loved one does not reside in an object. It hurts that my photographs will probably end up in the trash. It breaks my heart that a ring my mother loved will end up on someone else's hand who will not realize that it was important.

But it's just stuff.

I am surprised that I am so calm about the whole thing.

I think it's that I was so scared in October of losing Moogie. On that bus back to Pittsburgh I bargained with the Universe, offered up whatever seemed of value as long as the Universe would make sure she was okay.

And she's okay and sleeping on my couch and wandering the city with me, so I can't get upset over things stolen from the back seat of a Honda Civic.

Love,
Beth

So Amanda played with the Boston Pops. I was there, many of you were there and...

My mom was there.

On Friday night, Moogie saw the performance and afterward had occasion to chat with Amanda's mom. (It was almost too much mom-radness in one place.) Moogie did not actually meet Amanda until she came to Amanda's house on Saturday morning to go to brunch.

And their meeting went like this:

Amanda: It's so good to meet you!
Moogie: Amanda, you were amazing last night! And so was your mom.
Amanda: Really? I thought my mom went straight home!

My mom made a perfectly executed "your mom" joke to my boss, the QUEEN of the "your mom" jokes.

I am so proud.

Love,
Beth