We got an email from Ben Hoffman, who is watching the house for Mom and Dad, saying that Holly hasn't moved since they left and he assumes she is "aestivating." I looked it up. It means "to pass the summer in a dormant or torpid stage." Gee, that sure describes Holly, especially if you replace “the summer” with “life.”
Mom and Dad wanted to go antiquing, so I hung around at home finally repotting the squashes, wrapping their unresisting little fingers around two big branches I stole from someone’s yard, and fixing up the snake plant in a big pot of its own, where it no longer must wither from the sheer volume of water required to keep the squashes thriving.
Then I went for a run, cooking my skin in the process to a deep brown. Mom and dad stumbled in a bit later, having had an unsatisfactory lunch at the Cook Hotel and an unpleasant morning chasing public transportation. Dad’s esophagus was also playing him up. So I departed again to do some shopping, and then the parents and I tried to reassemble my bike, which the movers somehow completely destroyed. Accepting defeat, we watched Wooster and Jeeves until bedtime. Dad finished the globe puzzle. No pumpkins, no scary movies, no costumes, no kiddies. Happy Halloween! Photo is Mom and Dad at Mrs. Macquarie's Chair in downtown Sydney.
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