Christmas is a tsunami and it's rolling in.
I tried all weekend to mail the box of presents to Bemidji - it didn't happen. I had some weird delays on Saturday, some unplanned events Sunday, then when I finally was standing in line at the Anchorage airport P.O. (for 45 minutes with 3 hungry kids and about 70 other humorless people), Misterguy produced a stinkbomb. I wasn't about to wait another 45 or even 5 minutes in line with that turn of events...
I sometimes try to remember what life was like before it turned into a string of gross-out stories. From what I hear the path ahead will be mostly a string of eye-rolling, expensive, baffling teenage moments. I'll probably blunder down that path and wish I could have the stinkbomb-years back!
Life teetered out of balance again last week, K got called to fly to Detroit until December 27th. He's since flown to Albuquerque and Bangor, with upcoming flights to New York, Georgia and Florida. I'm hoping there'll be a new-hire pilot soon who'll take his place at the bottom of the seniority pile.
I'm also hoping in my grinch-y little way that the smoking crowd downstairs will go away for the holidays. My bedroom is the Chamber of Secondhand Smoke, so I don't even go in there anymore. Turning my complaint around, I'm happy they're not brandishing any firearms or taking bongo lessons...
I wonder what I'll have to complain about when we move outta here.
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