{"id":750,"date":"2013-06-13T22:38:43","date_gmt":"2013-06-14T05:38:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/calirose.com\/blog\/?p=750"},"modified":"2013-06-13T22:38:43","modified_gmt":"2013-06-14T05:38:43","slug":"home-sweet-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/home-sweet-home\/","title":{"rendered":"HOME SWEET HOME"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\"\"<\/a>Not a particularly pretty sight, huh… Unless you happen to be one of the Chem-Free guys who are busily primping and preparing our plain ol\u2019 beige building of sixty units for the big execution, as millions of termites are sent packing into their next lives.<\/p>\n

Or else the circus is in town\u2026<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve known this thing is coming for a while, so I tear through the drawers and shelves, pitching bottles of medicine with expiration dates that go back to the 1990\u2019s, make-up I bought at Thrifty and Save-On (before they morphed into Rite Aid and CVS). I\u2019m giddy and a little smug as I haul garbage bags to the trash chute.<\/p>\n

At a pre-fumigation meeting we are given detailed instructions on what to do and ten hefty-sized \u201cdon\u2019t-gas-me\u201d plastic bags to stash our stuff. But the first thing I do is ask for ten more. You know, just in case\u2026 They tell us to pack up the food, toothbrushes, gooey stuff you might rub onto a body part. But I watch my mind begin to s-t-r-e-t-c-h the parameters of\u00a0bag-worthy<\/em>\u00a0stuff. By the time we drag ourselves out of the place this morning, 18 bags are scattered around the floor of our little condo. They are filled with\u2026oh my\u2026toilet paper and ziplock bags (yes, plastic inside plastic), my reasoning being that we put food\u00a0inside<\/em>\u00a0the ziplocks. The paranoia starts small and grows exponentially as I pack several mini-bottles of French perfume a neighbor gave me FIFTEEN YEARS ago for watering her plants during her vacation. I toss in nail files, Q-tips, panty-liners\u2026<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve lost my mind.<\/p>\n

So here we are, hubby and I, at the local Sheraton for a two-night out-of-town spree. A couple miles from home. It\u2019s seven in the evening and we\u2019re hungry and homesick. \u201cLet\u2019s look at the vending machines downstairs\u2026\u201d hubby suggests. As we peruse their selection of sugar and salt-laden fake food, I offer an idea that under normal circumstances would be squashed cold by my husband. \u201cLet\u2019s go to the mall,\u201d I say. \u201cThey have a fabulous food court.\u201d My sweet Craig would rather go on a liquid diet than eat at a mall food court. But he agrees, so quickly, that I am momentarily stunned. We have to get over there before he changes his mind.<\/p>\n

We could walk. It\u2019s just across the street. But no\u2026 We drive, park and descend into the land of\u00a0too-many-food choices\u2026<\/em>\u00a0A sweet-faced young lady draws us into the dizzying world of Big Fat Pita. This style of food is a big no-no for me. I can\u2019t eat gluten-anything and that means falafel and pita bread. But as I unleash my sad story of deprivation, her face lights up. \u201cWe have gluten-free pita. And falafel.\u201d\u00a0Now I know this is heaven and our hoped-for nighty-night snack is turning into the main event of the day. \u201cDo you live in the area?\u201d the friendly cashier asks. \u201cIf you do, take this card. Eat ten pitas and the next one is free.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s the strange thing. I feel like a visitor. A visitor to the local mall in my own neighborhood. I have to snap myself out of this bubble of confusion before I respond \u201cyes, we live in Culver City. Give me the card.\u201d<\/p>\n

Leaving our safe little nest for only a couple days and shifting our \u201chome base\u201d just down the road is really shaking up our sense of groundedness, our sense of place. And we are doing wild and crazy things that folks do on vacation. Like eating at the mall.<\/p>\n

Thankfully we human beings are adaptable creatures and by morning hubby and I will begin to drop roots into this new ground. Until the day after tomorrow when we return to life as we know it and tear into those 18 bags of\u00a0too-much stuff.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not a particularly pretty sight, huh… Unless you happen to be one of the Chem-Free guys who are busily primping and preparing our plain ol\u2019 beige building of sixty units for the big execution, as millions of termites are sent packing into their next lives. Or else the circus is in town\u2026 We\u2019ve known this thing is coming for a while, so I tear through the drawers and shelves, pitching bottles of medicine with expiration dates that go back to … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","kt_blocks_editor_width":"","_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-750","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogentry"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":2,"label":"blog entry"}]},"featured_image_src_large":false,"author_info":{"display_name":"Cali Rose","author_link":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/author\/crbauthor\/"},"comment_info":2,"category_info":[{"term_id":2,"name":"blog entry","slug":"blogentry","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":2,"taxonomy":"category","description":"","parent":0,"count":138,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":2,"category_count":138,"category_description":"","cat_name":"blog entry","category_nicename":"blogentry","category_parent":0}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/750","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=750"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/750\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=750"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=750"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calirose.com\/wackyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=750"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}