By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Today marks the first weekend since April that I it has been just me with Fellini and Coco Chanel, our two indoor cats. My daughter continues to move household items to her new apartment. But today she is handling moving solo.
Already she has planned to have lunch at a tavern eatery [a graduate school watering hole downtown] with a sorority sister who is working in this new town. This evening her cousin arrives to spend part of the weekend with her in her cozy new apartment. Tonight my daughter and niece will have fun hanging wall décor, arranging furniture, and simply enjoying one another’s company, for they are more like sisters than cousins, having spent much time together over the years.
To help the cause, I arose early this morning and prepared a dinner for Anjelica and Lauren tonight. My guess is they will dine on the orecchiette pasta made with anchovies, garlic, freshly grated Pecorino-Romano cheese, Swiss chard, salad, crusty bread, break open a bottle of vino, and kick back. Yesterday Anjelica selected fruit tarts from Whole Foods for their dessert.
Last week was spent juggling schedules with the upholstery cleaners [the sectional sofa, side chair, and ottoman in storage in Bloomington were thick with dust], maintenance personnel [the air-conditioning and hot water were on the blink], and exterminators [a weather strip needed to be installed on the bottom of the patio door to keep the bug population at bay], it pleases me to know that her new abode is shiny clean, that the dishes and glassware have been washed and arranged in the cupboards on the newly laid liners, the floor vacuumed with her new sweeper with the Febreze attachment, and all the bedding freshly laundered.
The quiet unnerves me. My daughter’s presence rocks my world in the best of ways. At least she returns to town tomorrow evening, home, before she gets caught up in the whirlwind that is Law School. At least she knows I’m always here, her anchor, her refuge, her unwavering champion. At the very least, she deserves to begin this next phase of her academic life knowing I’ll happily provide her with Italian food.
Yet the quiet on my home front is deafening.
Ciao for now.