(the misadventures of an expatriate corporate dropout)

Monday, May 19, 2008

miracle on 65th street.

Well, okay. 65th Avenue. But that doesn't have the same ring to it.

My energizer bunny daughter, Johnelle, the woman who flew up to Portland and saved the day ... well there's just not enough laudatory words with which to adore her.

The move kicked my ass this week-end. On the other hand, my daughter KICKED ASS this week-end. For the past 3 nights, we have crawled into bed with aching knees and feet we begged to have removed. surgically. or hatchet. too tired to care. all I can say is thank god for leftover toothache drugs. I live to limp another day.

However. And this is a huge however.

ROBOJOJO (as she will now forever be known) fought the Killer Zombie Things (KZTs), felling them with her mighty sword. and muscles.

Reference before picture of the garage from hell. Understand that she lifted furniture, televisions and moving boxes, loading a 14' truck with little assistance from her broken down mom. Know that she sorted and patiently advised on which KZTs might deserve a stay of execution. Observe the 2 day yard sale in 90+ degree heat, overseeing a steady flow of newly unearthed items from the morass of half unpacked boxes. Realize that after reboxing, organizing, labelling and taping, with one last broomsweep of all in sight ... she hopped into said 14' truck with a huge smile (and cute outfit!) and has proceeded to make the 800 mile drive today, delivering furniture to our store in the bay area.

If I die tomorrow (and I BETTER not, after all this freakin' work!) I die knowing I've left a wonderful contribution ... an amazing woman with a kind and giving spirit, who inspires all she encounters.


alisa said...

congratulations...the garage looks lovely. Robojojo is amazing and you are lucky to have her.

OK - the picture is of the both of you????? Your daughter is the one smiling? You look too young to be a mother to that beautiful girl.

a said...

you better not die tomorrow...we need to meet in France!

alisa said...

that is me "a"....I accidently hit the enter button. OK, I'm going to stop now...3 comments in a row is a bit crazy.

Je ne regrette rien said...

alisa-HA! and no, I should wish that were me. My daughter is at the wheel, and convinced a girlfriend to join her in the journey. And you're right, I am VERY lucky.

nate said...

GO JOHNELLE!! congratulations on killing all the junk. wish i was in town to help. i always seem to help my friends move. AND i wish i could kill my own junk... oddly enough i spent the weekend throwing things out and cleaning up -- perhaps i was attempting to send along the right signals long distance.

and alisa, it's easy to get these two confused, witness:


both beauties!

Stephanie said...

Woo Hoo! Goodbye killer zombies! I admit to being curious about how much you made at your garage sale. :-P

Je ne regrette rien said...

NATE!! hiya cuz! ain't Johnelle the shit?!! and yes, getting rid of crap is exhilirating. Man, where do you come up with these blasts from the past (photo!) ... that young girl and her dreams live on even if the container may be aging. SHE never thought her dream of France could actually come true. Thanks for sharing that ~

Stephanie~ thanks for the encouragement! left you a note at your blog.

La Framéricaine said...

If you can get a grown child to come and bail your ass out of prop hell, you are some kinda motha!

I know women who can't even get their daughters to come to a catered party with a free bar.

Congratulations to both of you on having one another! That's team work in spades!

Look out France! Kim is light and lean and on her way!


b said...

Sounds like incredible progress! That is awesome!! And I love the before and after pics! That's definitely progress and getting you that much closer to France. I'm so glad your daughter was such a huge help. No doubt you've been there for her throughout her life. It is so great to be able to give back to our parents in such ways.

Je ne regrette rien said...

b-thanks for the encouragement!