K got back on Friday night, after being gone for 21 days. He'd flown to Detroit, Albuquerque, Bangor, Opa Locka, Bogota Columbia, and probably a few other places. He and the crew had a lot of down-time in and near Miami, where the beaches were filled with "topless women and gay men".
I can't even express how much more relaxed and happy we all are with K home.
On New Year's Eve, the kids and I met Auntie Peggy, Uncle Pat and their girls downtown. T skated, K mostly fell down, and we all had fun, especially during the fireworks show. It was very crowded and pretty cold, but nothing like last year. After fireworks, we ate with Peg and then we all crashed Gramma & Grampy's New Year's Eve fiddle dance. Those folks are there to dance and have fun but they're as serious as if they were having a church service... Uncle Pat won a door prize, we sang Auld Lang Syne, and the kids' heads finally hit the pillows at about 2am.
The van's transmission is mostly likely "toast", as described by the service guy. They can't get a computer diagnosis on it because the wiring has a problem too. It's going to be expensive. But a mama needs her van, so we'll get it fixed and have it back in about two weeks. No sense entertaining new-car fantasies. Just new-house ones.
Time to knit, since I'm not the fight referee today.
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