Serpentine Cove
Jul. 22nd, 2013 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jynx_tsilevonShopping always makes me pensive.
Today I went grocery shopping as an excuse to walk in the rain. And I needed apples badly because I was out of snack food.
So I went to Kroger.
Raspberries were on sale, so I got some. And, strangely enough, it made me miss last summer.
Okayokay, before you all who knew me last summer freak out, let me explain.
I liked doing the grocery shopping last summer. Sure, sometimes I'd grab the wrong things and get yelled at later, but it was kind of fun. My dad always wanted the weirdest things and I didn't have a panic attack when the cost of groceries for the week (or two) was over 20 dollars.
It was also fun to remember what little things we argued over. Who ate the last sugar snap pea, for example. Or where all the dried mangos went (Me. I ate them. Yum!). Eating blue berry cobbler while sitting on the counter.
When good stuff like that pops in my head, I forget how dysfunctional my family is, and we almost seem normal.
There are certain aisles in the grocery store that remind me of the best times of my childhood. You'd think it was when my parents were together but the more I remember those the less I enjoy them.
The best part of my childhood was the year to year and a half after my parents broke up.
Yeah.
Weird huh?
This was the time my dad lived at Serpentine Cove. Visitation was every other weekend, and Tuesdays and Wednesdays (Where, if you were really good, you could stay over Wednesday Night). My brother was in Marching Band at the time, so Tuesdays were Marco's Pizza Nights. There was this loft where we had the computer, and it overlooked the TV screen just so, so Brother could play Halo and Twin could play Roller Coaster Tycoon and I could watch both simultaneously from the stairs.
This was the place where I slept on the floor because, at the time, my father was the one who couldn't afford furniture. Where I slid down the backyard hill with a salt bag from the sudpump because we didn't have sleds. Where my dad threw me over his shoulder once because I was trying to get out of going to the movies with him and Twin because I knew he couldn't afford all three of our tickets.
This was the place where we played cards until 10pm every night, ate cookies and drank sodas, baked pies and cakes and Twin once ate so many sweets that she got ill enough to swear off chocolate for a month.
This is the place where we'd rent video games and movies, and my dad would blare Phantom of the Opera from his bedroom and I would try to use the Fable soundtrack to drown it out.
Some people say Serpentine Cove is my favorite time because it was the idyllic child-in-a-divorce phase. Two Christmases, Two Birthdays! All the presents! I remember holidays and birthdays being the worst parts, however.
No, Serpentine Cove was the time where my parents stopped fighting long enough to let us enjoy a little time with each of them.
Shortly after, we became nothing but bargaining chips.
I asked my dad about Serpentine Cove. I asked him if he acted the way he did just to get us to side with him once he and mom started fighting.
He didn't answer me directly. He just said that the time at Serpentine Cove was his favorite, too.
Today I went grocery shopping as an excuse to walk in the rain. And I needed apples badly because I was out of snack food.
So I went to Kroger.
Raspberries were on sale, so I got some. And, strangely enough, it made me miss last summer.
Okayokay, before you all who knew me last summer freak out, let me explain.
I liked doing the grocery shopping last summer. Sure, sometimes I'd grab the wrong things and get yelled at later, but it was kind of fun. My dad always wanted the weirdest things and I didn't have a panic attack when the cost of groceries for the week (or two) was over 20 dollars.
It was also fun to remember what little things we argued over. Who ate the last sugar snap pea, for example. Or where all the dried mangos went (Me. I ate them. Yum!). Eating blue berry cobbler while sitting on the counter.
When good stuff like that pops in my head, I forget how dysfunctional my family is, and we almost seem normal.
There are certain aisles in the grocery store that remind me of the best times of my childhood. You'd think it was when my parents were together but the more I remember those the less I enjoy them.
The best part of my childhood was the year to year and a half after my parents broke up.
Yeah.
Weird huh?
This was the time my dad lived at Serpentine Cove. Visitation was every other weekend, and Tuesdays and Wednesdays (Where, if you were really good, you could stay over Wednesday Night). My brother was in Marching Band at the time, so Tuesdays were Marco's Pizza Nights. There was this loft where we had the computer, and it overlooked the TV screen just so, so Brother could play Halo and Twin could play Roller Coaster Tycoon and I could watch both simultaneously from the stairs.
This was the place where I slept on the floor because, at the time, my father was the one who couldn't afford furniture. Where I slid down the backyard hill with a salt bag from the sudpump because we didn't have sleds. Where my dad threw me over his shoulder once because I was trying to get out of going to the movies with him and Twin because I knew he couldn't afford all three of our tickets.
This was the place where we played cards until 10pm every night, ate cookies and drank sodas, baked pies and cakes and Twin once ate so many sweets that she got ill enough to swear off chocolate for a month.
This is the place where we'd rent video games and movies, and my dad would blare Phantom of the Opera from his bedroom and I would try to use the Fable soundtrack to drown it out.
Some people say Serpentine Cove is my favorite time because it was the idyllic child-in-a-divorce phase. Two Christmases, Two Birthdays! All the presents! I remember holidays and birthdays being the worst parts, however.
No, Serpentine Cove was the time where my parents stopped fighting long enough to let us enjoy a little time with each of them.
Shortly after, we became nothing but bargaining chips.
I asked my dad about Serpentine Cove. I asked him if he acted the way he did just to get us to side with him once he and mom started fighting.
He didn't answer me directly. He just said that the time at Serpentine Cove was his favorite, too.
