On Friday, August 31, my son's twenty-fifth birthday, I flew into RDU. As soon as we hit the ground and I turned on my phone, it was ringing. It was my son.
"Where are you?" he asked.
"Sitting on the plane." I answered.
"I've never been in this kind of a situation, before, but someone fell ill during the flight and we are all sitting on the plane waiting for the paramedics to attend to them."
"Well, when you walk out, I'll be sitting here, waiting."
Initially, I thought he meant sitting, waiting- in his car.
I said "you mean you are in your car?"
"No, he answered, I'm in the airport."
I started walking out of the airport and stopped to make certain I was headed in the right direction.
And, there he was. He rose to great me and had a Starbucks coffee in each hand.
We headed out to his car. It was his new car. He bought it new, but I had never seen it.
We pulled into his complex and he asked me to guess which apartment was his- I said
"the one with the Obama poster?"
|That's a good boy.|
He said: "That's right. Another family for Obama- a family of two, me and my cat."
|My son and his cat.|
Then we headed out for a birthday lunch.
|My son and his car.|
|My son in his Indiana University shirt- yes, we were approached by a woman who asked|
"are you from Indiana?" She was, too.
When we returned to my son's apartment, he had to run out to his car for something.
This is his cat-waiting for him to return.
We got cleaned up and departed for Durham, where I spent the remainder of the weekend. We went to my son's girlfriend's parent's house for dinner.
|Oh, yeah. That's good!|
We had some yummy Prosecco and toasted the birthday boy.
I've "known" my son's girlfriend's parents for some time, now. We have emailed. We are facebook friends. I asked her Dad's advice when I bought my new bicycle. Her mother and I have emailed a lot. We have a lot in common. My son told us we are "two peas in a pod." She and I both have undergrads in English. We both love the color red and jewelry and fiercely love our children. I sent her a Christmas card with a line from Edna St. Vincent Millay's God's World and she loved it. I love it, too. As she put it in a facebook post- we both wore the Exact Same Dress to our high school prom. I was looking at her facebook photos and saw her wearing it to a "Marry Durham" event. It was a San Francisco Gunny Sack dress. What are the chances of that?
She cared for my son when he had his wisdom teeth removed.
She and her husband have taken my son into their family, for which I am extremely grateful.
On Saturday (9/1), we headed out to the Durham Farmer's Market sporting our matching shirts that I bought for us at the Monoprix in Paris. En Francais: Monoprix
|BFFs since age 17. I love this woman.|
There is such freedom in getting "older."
Food trucks are big in North Carolina. Food trucks are few and far between, here in Indiana. This is a college town and we have two. 'Count em, two.
In the Triangle, they seem to be much more en vogue. There were several at the market and on Sunday we attended a "food truck rodeo." (I didn't have my camera with me so I don't have photos.)
|My son's girlfriend's brother, my son, my son's girlfriend.|
(Son's girlfriend sporting the IU shorts I took to her.)
|Me and my son, my son, my son at the market.|
|Iz gets henna.|
(Wearing IU t-shirt I took to her.)
I've been volunteering with our local world music festival called "Lotus," and I had a Lotus blossom put on the side of my leg. She asked me if I wanted an "om" I didn't know the meaning of the word. The henna woman told me it meant "the hum of the universe."
While in the Triangle I tried some beers.
Duck Rabbit Milk Stout.
I drank it at Flying Saucer in Raleigh with my son and Broad Street Cafe in Durham with my friend.
|at Broad Street Cafe, Durham NC|
Afterward, my son and I walked to a local establishment for a beer (another Milk Stout for me) and then we were joined by my son's girlfriend and her brother.
On Sunday morning my son's girlfriend's family picked me up and we all went to my son's girlfriend's mother's church- a Catholic ceremony. My first. It was interesting. Afterward, we headed back to their house for a lunch of delicious left-overs from the night before. And then a dice game.
Then we departed for hiking.
|Trippin it in Dad's Van|
We were on our way to hike the Occoneechee Mountain loop. It is a short, yet challenging hike- in places. Near the Eno River, which I had hiked in previous years with my friend.
While on the hike my son's girlfriend's brother and I had fun naming plants and trees.
|My son and his girlfriend on the mountain.|
If you push the limits, it is dangerous. My son of course, had to get too close to the overlook, causing my stomach to do flip-flops.
Here is a photo of the "rents."
|Me, my son's girlfriend's mama and daddy.|
They are both sporting Bloomington t-shirts.
Hers is a tree town shirt and his is a local bicycle trail which Doug and I ride.
I was wiped out from hiking and game playing and eating and all and headed to bed.
On Monday, my friend and I tried to do some of the local shops. Much to our dismay, a few were closed. My favorite "we're closed" sign:
North Carolina, known for tobacco.
Some of my favorite architecture
My last night in North Carolina we all went to Pop's. It was pouring the rain but we were determined to spend a last evening all together.
My friend gave my son a t-shirt for his birthday.
|Durham It's not for everyone.|
Me and my son, my son, my son.
It was wonderful to meet and become real friends with my son's girlfriend's parents.
The Durham Farmer's Market is very similar to our local market here in Bloomington, IN.
I ate, I drank. I ate some more. It seemed every time I turned around someone was offering me water, tea, wine, champagne, coffee. My son said "you are in the south, this is what we do."
I gained three pounds.
I like the south. I love southern accents.
I come home with a southern accent, punctuating my sentences with "darlin."
"Y'all come back now, y'hear?"