I didn't plan on it.
But it had been a pretty decent day.
It started early. 7 a.m.
We have season tickets to all the home Cornhusker games and we needed to drive to Lincoln (an hour drive away) to get to the game but Bing had arranged for us to look at a new car for me (well...a year old...but it would be new to me) that a guy had listed on Craigslist. He lived in Lincoln.
A Kia Rondo. Black. If we buy it, it will be my first black car. Until I bought my yellow bug, I had always owned gold cars (they call them champagne colored.) This one is JET black. Very nice. I let Bing quibble car talk with the guy selling it. She wants to have the suspension checked and also the tires, otherwise she liked it. So...we will see. I am not a happy car shopper. I don't do the title shit, the checking out. I just want it in my driveway with plates. All paid up. Bing does the leg work. Which she loves.
And then...the game. THE GAME. It was perfect football weather. Chilly but sunny. Sweater weather. Bing took pictures of everything all the time. Liv and I with our hot dogs in hand, dressed in our red sweatshirts, jeans and Husker caps. Me sipping coffee. Liv sipping hot cocoa. Me almost knocking over my coffee when the referee called Burkhead's beautiful touchdown a fumble. Me standing up and being a bad parent role model as I screamed with a stadium of other Husker die hards that they needed to take a second LOOK, damn it!!! That his hand was OVER the line when the Michigan spartan batted it out of his hands.
Me smiling sweetly when the referee decided to reverse the call. TOUCHDOWN.
Liv and I have been especially close lately. She and I spent the day at home yesterday, she off for teacher duty day, me playing hooky. We carved our pumpkins, took Socks to the park with the trails so that he could sniff and pretend that he was not a scottie but a bear. We made her last Halloween costume. She is going as Lady Gaga in her meat dress. So, yes. A very difficult dress to duplicate. But, we did it, thanks to fabric with a meat design and a laminator.
Mostly, we talked. And talked. I found out why she was not thrilled to make the A team in basketball. She was only one of two seventh graders who made it. She told me that two of the most popular eighth grade girls, Emily and Marina were angry because the third part of their trilogy of popularity, Sadie, did not make the team. They threatened the coach with quitting if he didn't knock down Liv to B team and let Sadie up to A team. After all, she was only a seventh grader and a "newbie" and Gee Coach, did you know she isn't even Catholic?"
Apparently the Coach didn't buckle, called their bluff and told them where the door was if they wanted to quit. I think I am going to like this coach even though, privately, I think he looks like a wolverine.
So, the girls did the next meanest thing: they instructed all the other girls on the team to snub Liv. I guess her practices were pretty hard for her. (I hadn't taken her as they are right after school, so just picked her up afterward. I hadn't seen her practice, hadn't noticed any snubbing.) But, first one and then another girl decided to buck Emily and Marina's rules. And Liv reckons that almost half the team is talking to her now.
But, still. I hate it that she had to go through that. Hate it that she didn't tell me about it until now.
"Mama, if I had told you, you would have interfered. I need to handle this stuff on my own."
She's right. I would have interfered. I would have went up to Emily and Marina and told them that I wanted to talk to their parents about their snotty, privileged asses and then I would have wanted the administration to pretty much tear off their heads and put them out on a pole to warn other popular snotty bitches that they DO NOT fuck with my daughter.
I am learning to step back. It is hard.
But what really bit my ass was when Liv said: "And then yesterday I was at lunch and they motioned me to come over, so I did. And Emily said, 'I suppose you think you are pretty special being on the A team. Feel pretty lucky right now?' and I said that no, I didn't feel lucky, I felt like I was just glad to be on the team and then Marina said, 'Okay. Buh bye, now. You didn't expect to EAT with us, did you?'"
I asked Liv what she did next.
"I started laughing because GOD, they sounded like some bad acting on MEAN GIRLS or something and walked away. I mean, why would I want to eat with them and listen to them go on and on about cute boys and how stupid someone's hair looked? I wanted to eat lunch with Aaron and Jacoby and discuss our fantasy football teams."
I love Liv. So much.
She also told me that she has decided against being a mathematician and now wants to be an environmental engineer and specialize in architectural design.
"Stanford is the best school for that. I've been e-mailing with Dad and he did some research. So...I am thinking either Stanford, MIT or Berkeley."
Did I mention that she is in SEVENTH grade? Isn't she supposed to have Justin Bieber posters up or that Selena Gomez person? No. She adores Lady Gaga and Mumford and Sons. She is already working on her Christmas list and so far she has:
A new basketball
Airplane and car model kits
A bag of popsicle sticks so that I can make a catapult from scratch
Vintage tee shirts so I won't have to raid Mama's closet (Nirvana, Pink Floyd, etc.)
A new power scope for my telescope
A list of books (too many to name)
A vintage ring or bracelets
She is her own person. I just can't see ANY of me in her. Tinton (her father) says that he can't see much of him in her either. Like...neither one of us excelled in sports and she is a sports nut. She is a Cornhusker fan, but she also watches all the Bronco, Lions, and Bears games and knows all the player stats. She can talk football better than Bo Pellini. She loves math and science. So she is bit like her father. He tells me that Liv has my walk, my aloof manner, and my wit.
But, sometimes I look at her and wonder where she came from. It's like she is a gift from the gods.
After the game, which we WON, btw. (WON? WE kicked the snot out of the Spartans), we came home and then Bing asked if we wanted to go to Goodwill to look for some new pots for our indoor plants. I said yes, Liv decided to stay home and read with Socks at her feet keeping them toasty.
So..off to Goodwill.
I found two shirts for me. Nice ones. Picture frames. Bing found pots for our plants and a set of towels that perfectly matched our bathroom.
And then we walked by the furniture and we both stopped dead in our tracks.
Because sitting right in front of us was a 1940's Danish Modern dining set.
I glanced at the price tag. 99$.
We both looked at each other and gulped.
It was so cheap! And in MINT condition. But, we have been spending lots of money on car repairs lately and now we might be buying a new car. We had just agreed to declare a stop on all purchases that we didn't ABSOLUTELY need.
I took in the beautiful hand crocheted chair bottoms. The sleek wood.
Bing and I stared at each other and then she slowly got up and held out her hand.
"Let's go home and think about this one, okay?" she said.
I took her hand and let her pull me away. We got about 6 feet away before I looked pitifully at her.
"The dining set is calling me. It wants to live with us. REALLY BADLY. I think it might be crying."
She looked deeply into my eyes and then shook her head, smiling.
We went to the front of the store with the tag off the table and handed it to the cashier.
"Wow, this is the perfect day," she said, pointing to a sign that we had not seen by the register.
ALL FURNITURE HALF OFF TODAY ONLY
I swear to baby hey zeus that I jumped up and squealed like a pig.
So, we will go back and pick it up tomorrow. Our old set will go to the Lydia House, a place for women and children to stay when they are down on their luck.
And that is how a really great day turned into a perfect one.
Today, I fell in love with a dining set.
I once fell in love with 2,000 count sheets. Off white ones. And they weren't cheap.
But, this table is like my Liv.
A completely perfect art treasure.
And she will do her homework on this.
It belongs with us.
So, have you ever fallen in love with a dining set?