only ten hours

According to my navigator app, it only takes about 10-11 hours to drive from Manteca to Tempe…weather permitting…probably no stops along the way except for gas. Driving to Tempe from Manteca it is about that…not counting the stops for gas, for coffee, potty breaks, meals, windshield wiper blade replacement…and sometimes traffic.

It also takes ten hours to travel from Manteca to Tempe when one is flying…today.

Driving from Manteca. We left after dropping Daniel off at school which means we were on the road just after 9 AM…after we got coffee.

Windy, rainy and green because it has been rainy…FINALLY!!!

To Mineta International Airport because Southwest had super awesome, cheap flights that fit this SunDevil’s school/work/social/family schedule. I now accept the fact that I am supposed to leave her there on the curb with her luggage. Security waving me to move along helped just a little. I still don’t like that I have to leave her there. Yes, I still blame my darling husband for making me drop her off to kindergarten years ago. I left her at 11 AM,

I got home just before 1 PM which gave me time to do something worthwhile, like a load of laundry, before picking Daniel up from school.

Meanwhile…

Jodie’s flight was delayed three times. Today she learned that when you are a poor college student between paychecks, airport cuisine at Mineta International is too expensive for you.

Finally boarding!

This is her If I smile real big you’ll offer me extra bags of complimentary honey-roasted peanuts because I haven’t eaten since breakfast face.

5:35 PM landed in Burbank. Apparently it wasn’t a direct flight. I could have sworn it was a direct flight. No, Mom. It’s not a direct flight.

Finally at 7:15 PM a text announcing: Landed in Phoenix!

See? Only 10 hours. Yes, I’m ignoring the fact that Arizona doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time. 9 hours…might as well be 10 hours.

We miss her already.

Can it be May?

I’m pretty certain this is all her father’s fault…still.

 

 

a bad influence

First I let him read an excerpt of Furiously Happy.

Then this.

Because it was so much more fun being a part of this card game than playing video games or watching the Disney Channel in a hotel room with your family.

Perhaps we are horrible people but the laughter we shared together throughout the evening made it all so right.

Too right.

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and completed

After midnight, while my guys were slumbering and snoring in our hotel room, I shared a little bit of the Thanksgiving Day with Hollie, who is spending the holiday with her little family at Disneyland. For us both, our very first visit to Disneyland was 23 years ago this time of year so I could imagine just how magical it would be for Hazel and Fallon…especially for Fallon being her very first visit. As expected, Hollie reported that Thanksgiving Day at Disneyland was indeed perfect…except for the part where they lost Fallon’s autograph book. Then she sent me this little bit of sweet awesome.

Okay everybody,

1, 2, 3…

AWWWWWW!!!!!

That pretty much completed my Thanksgiving.

They are just as cute when they are awake.

They get it from their parents.

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giving thanks

There’s much to be thankful for on this day of Thanksgiving in the US. Last year a moment like this would not have been imagined because, yes, his health was THAT bad. He couldn’t/wouldn’t see it but everyone else saw it…and often would take me aside to express their concern.

So I should give thanks for this moment.

I do.

Truly.

And I also give thanks for what happened ten months ago too because he was so damn lucky and finally could see what everyone could see and worried about.

That expression of gratitude likely makes me a horrible person in the eyes of some. That’s probably why I am so good at Cards Against Humanity.

Oh, and I give thanks for the fun we had as a family playing that last night.

Happy Thanksgiving y’all.

Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flabby another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light. ~ Albert Einstein

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