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Avocado and The Spouse are at the airport, probably mid-boarding for their flight to Newark (whence they Amtrak down to visit the in-laws, then Amtrak back to NYC for a day on the Home Sod, and then A gets on the bus for camp and its eight weeks (almost) of Vermontese Bliss). Of course, the ramp up to their departure was...what is the word? Frought? Chaotic? Charged? Ah: frantic.
Avocado had a long list of things to do, most of which she accomplished (getting her room and stairway clean, not so much). She packed her backpack, and an astonishing Ziploc bag full of 3oz containers of every cosmetic known to man. I'm curious to know whether they actually let her through security with the sheer cumulative amount of liquid and gels in her possession.
Meanwhile, both of our daily-use credit cards were off-line today because the credit card companies thought that a perfectly legit purchase the Spouse wanted to make set off their fraud detection systems, so he had to spend an hour sorting that out. And getting cranky and panicky because he couldn't get on his computer because Avocado was ripping CDs to take with her so he couldn't get at some of the things he needed to do. And getting stressed out, as he always does before he travels, so he had a big denim-blue cloud hanging around his head for much of the afternoon.
Finally, I got 'em out the door and on the way to the airport, at which point he remembered the Amtrak tickets, sitting in an elegant folder. On the bed at home. I dropped them off at SFO, turned around and went home, got the tickets, returned to SFO with the tix, handed them off to Avocado (and got a hug to last me for the summer), and returned home to walk the dog.
It's me and Emily until Wednesday night. I'm going to clean one room a day, get some writing done, and live a quiet life.
Avocado had a long list of things to do, most of which she accomplished (getting her room and stairway clean, not so much). She packed her backpack, and an astonishing Ziploc bag full of 3oz containers of every cosmetic known to man. I'm curious to know whether they actually let her through security with the sheer cumulative amount of liquid and gels in her possession.
Meanwhile, both of our daily-use credit cards were off-line today because the credit card companies thought that a perfectly legit purchase the Spouse wanted to make set off their fraud detection systems, so he had to spend an hour sorting that out. And getting cranky and panicky because he couldn't get on his computer because Avocado was ripping CDs to take with her so he couldn't get at some of the things he needed to do. And getting stressed out, as he always does before he travels, so he had a big denim-blue cloud hanging around his head for much of the afternoon.
Finally, I got 'em out the door and on the way to the airport, at which point he remembered the Amtrak tickets, sitting in an elegant folder. On the bed at home. I dropped them off at SFO, turned around and went home, got the tickets, returned to SFO with the tix, handed them off to Avocado (and got a hug to last me for the summer), and returned home to walk the dog.
It's me and Emily until Wednesday night. I'm going to clean one room a day, get some writing done, and live a quiet life.