The Gigolo Aunts have a song called, “Everything is Wrong.” The first line of the lyrics is, “I wanna go back.” Every time I think of our impending Florida trip I sing that line from that song in my head.
I wanna go back. There. I just did it again as I was typing. Thanks, Gigolo Aunts!
190 miles, give or take, from our kids to our home…
And it poured rain the entire drive.
The.
Entire.
Drive.
We are home at last and the visit we had with the kids today was wonderful. One of them has a new significant other as well, and we met that person for the first time. No spoilers though.
Here’s hoping we get more chances to hear Bellana sing with the Vermont Symphony Orchestra in the near future. They are playing Stravinski’s The Firebird in the fall. Does that have a chorus section in it? I freakin’ hope so. (I once was quite the Stravinski guy, but it’s been a while)
The next road trip on our agenda will take us quite a bit more than 190 miles. Florida, here we come!
We have arrived at the hotel. Now what? Bellana’s concert doesn’t start for a few hours and both kids are super busy. We will just hang out and eat a protein bar and hope my stomach continues to play nicely. It’s been a good boy so far today.
First, oil change:
Next, new glasses:
Next (for now) lunch at a rest area:
No spoilers or anything… but… ya know… yeah…
Like I said… no spoilers or anything.
I woke up early having every intention of driving in to the office today. I’m supposed to work in the office twice a week (on average) and I’ve only been in once this week. I can’t go tomorrow because I am only working half a day tomorrow and they only want us coming in on full days. So today is my last chance, mathematically speaking.
I got up early, like I said, and looked out the window.
Snow.
A lot of it.
Not like mountains, but enough to convince me to not want to drive 44 miles to the office. I guess I will work three days in the office next week.
Ugh, crud.
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